Name that micro manager.

Let's see.
My sister.
My sister.
Yes and my sister.
I wish there was a way to get away from her, but unfortunately as they say, you cannot choose your relatives. I bite my tongue, I try to do my own thing, but still she inches her way into a situation and has to control, has to one-up, has to be the queen.
Now she is trying to control my mothers passing.
She is controlling every aspect of the hospice workers trying to do their job.
She is controlling the assisted living folks who are trying to make a peaceful place for my mom to be.
Micro managers are sad little people.
Rant over.
Thanks for listening.