Well, I have come to determine that my sister, who views me as the most selfish person in the world, is poisonous. How did I come to determine that? She has posted on her blog about me. And if you know me, and know me well enough, you can find it. And it sucks. I do not think now that there is ever a chance at mending that relationship. I thought there might be a glimmer, because I like to assume the best. But I do not think it is something I wanted anyway.
When I go to visit with my family, every time my sister and her husband show up. And it makes the visit uncomfortable. I live sixteen hours away by car. They live two hours away. And every time I go, they show up. Well, all but the last time. Which was great. When they are there, I cannot talk with my mom. I have no time with her. Why? Because someone else is occupying her time. I guess that is OK but seriously, she lives within driving distance.
And maybe I am still too bitter about our relationship growing up. I have vied for attention all of my life. Or nearly. Which is a guess, simply, how it is.
