She chooses her own path, but she also chooses to make mistakes. She feels like she doesn't need to do better - but one day, it will hit her. She disowned her friends; I don't blame her - they always had a way of doing her wrong.
I'm happy for her. She has a beautiful house. Oh, and don't even mention her paintings - they're like treasures.
I encourage her to go to the library because she loved books as a child, but every day I just hear, "I will, I will"