My aunt is the one I went with on the trip, and the very same one that my younger cousin told that I’m “not happy.”
She and her husband, my uncle, haven’t been getting along ever since she discovered her diabetes is actually damaging her now, and/or midway through the trip. He’s not done anything wrong, she’s just losing her fucking mind.
Earlier in my other post, I’m describing why I’m so fucking pissed at my younger cousin, but… Now I’m scared for his life.
My aunt took off in her damaged car along with the camper, tearing it all to shit as she drives off with it, dragging my younger cousin James with her. She’s been having a diabetic attack all fucking day, I can tell with the attitude she’s been having. But, I barely know what’s going on, myself. We called the police an hour ago and apparently, they don’t ‘‘have enough people to send out.’’ You’re supposed to save lives, but oh my fucking god you’re sitting on your asses claiming you ‘‘don’t have people to send out.’’
So. I’m really worried. I might’ve been all pissed off at James earlier, but now I’m just worried.
