Okay so I may have mentioned in a previous post or two that my sister and I DO NOT generally get along.
I could get into the specifics but I would rather not. The short important facts:
She holds MASSIVE grudges against me for crimes of sisterhood.
She is taking a Child and Youth Worker degree, and one topic they cover is sibling abuse. She has determined that I fall into the category of abusing her because we called names while fighting, and fought – like most siblings do.
I have heard from a few other siblings of CYW’s that this is not entirely uncommon.
She is quick to enroll anyone in her story about how mean her big sister is. She forgets the time I got into trouble with the police defending her from bullies, the times I drove her places when dad grounded her from the car, the time I cleaned puke up from the bathroom an hour before my sixteenth birthday started so that mom and dad didn’t know she got drunk stealing dads booze…etc …
I could go on about the inconsiderate things on her end – the things she conveniently forgets when she tells her tale of woe. Things like not once calling me during any one of my miscarriages. Things like being mad that I didn’t make my daughter’s birth and baptism about her because after 30+ hours of induced labour I forgot to ask her for a photo with the baby.
Everywhere she goes there is CONSTANT drama. Everything becomes drama, tears, and a reason to go on and on about the latest abuse someone has commited against her.
I have learned to accept her the way she is.
But the other night at a party to celebrate James and my upcoming wedding, she and one of our grooms men bumped faces.
Now the groomsman in question is one of OUR closest friends (James and I). My sister has always been clear that she does not like James all too much (which is in truth because he called her on her crap one or two times).
This groomsman tells me I am the only person he confides in (well, James and I both – but all the things that ‘menly men don’t like to tell other menly men, end up being discussed with me).
I refuse to get involved in this situation if it goes further (my sister is already asking me “did ____ say anything about me/ us / the kiss).
I will not encourage nor will I discourage the situation. But I am terrified of my sister digging her claws into him and convincing him I am some kind of spawn of satan (as I would expect that if he ever did fall in love with her he would likely have to agree with most of the things that come out of her mouth – even if only out of respect).
All in all I selfishly hope this situation fizzles and fades away.
I could get into the specifics but I would rather not. The short important facts:
She holds MASSIVE grudges against me for crimes of sisterhood.
She is taking a Child and Youth Worker degree, and one topic they cover is sibling abuse. She has determined that I fall into the category of abusing her because we called names while fighting, and fought – like most siblings do.
I have heard from a few other siblings of CYW’s that this is not entirely uncommon.
She is quick to enroll anyone in her story about how mean her big sister is. She forgets the time I got into trouble with the police defending her from bullies, the times I drove her places when dad grounded her from the car, the time I cleaned puke up from the bathroom an hour before my sixteenth birthday started so that mom and dad didn’t know she got drunk stealing dads booze…etc …
I could go on about the inconsiderate things on her end – the things she conveniently forgets when she tells her tale of woe. Things like not once calling me during any one of my miscarriages. Things like being mad that I didn’t make my daughter’s birth and baptism about her because after 30+ hours of induced labour I forgot to ask her for a photo with the baby.
Everywhere she goes there is CONSTANT drama. Everything becomes drama, tears, and a reason to go on and on about the latest abuse someone has commited against her.
I have learned to accept her the way she is.
But the other night at a party to celebrate James and my upcoming wedding, she and one of our grooms men bumped faces.
Now the groomsman in question is one of OUR closest friends (James and I). My sister has always been clear that she does not like James all too much (which is in truth because he called her on her crap one or two times).
This groomsman tells me I am the only person he confides in (well, James and I both – but all the things that ‘menly men don’t like to tell other menly men, end up being discussed with me).
I refuse to get involved in this situation if it goes further (my sister is already asking me “did ____ say anything about me/ us / the kiss).
I will not encourage nor will I discourage the situation. But I am terrified of my sister digging her claws into him and convincing him I am some kind of spawn of satan (as I would expect that if he ever did fall in love with her he would likely have to agree with most of the things that come out of her mouth – even if only out of respect).
All in all I selfishly hope this situation fizzles and fades away.