My Life in Argentina and Beyond

Saturday, May 31, 2008: Unfortunately, I must stay at my sister's house a couple of weeks longer than I had planned. Getting out of here with almost no cash is not easy. In the meantime, I am putting up with her husband's attitude towards me. He says things under his breath, when he talks to me he uses a very sharp tone of voice, and if he should look at me, it is not a nice, friendly glance. Glacial is an optimistic description. I am not scared of him. I'm just sad, frustrated and angry. This is not what I expected when I came back from  Argentina. Getting here was a great sacrifice and at the time I thought it was worth it, but I guess that this isn't so. Loneliness was a great big problem in Buenos Aires. I was an Argentine-born American citizen and it was difficult for me to deal with the prejudice and everything that goes with it. But here, living in a house with 4 people--my sister, her husband, my niece and my sister's adopted daughter from Guatemala--I am even more alone than I was over there. My niece won't talk to me because her mother feels the way she does about me. The adopted daughter has to stay with them, no matter what. And the husband? He has never liked my face. Never Ever.