Last Nights Post Explained-Super long post

So things with my family are less than good right now. Not all of them, but the key players.

I’m not sure that it’s any secret that my sister and I have a less than stellar relationship. Before everyone starts saying to me “Oh that’ll get better when you get older” or “it’s normal for siblings to fight. Mine picked on me and we’re best friends!” or any variation of that, just accept that no, my sister and I are not like you and your sister. We really, really aren’t. Unless your sister hated you for your ENTIRE LIFE and then when she turned twenty eight decided to change her mind and try to be friends with you. Unless your sister used such verbally abusive language to you as a child that you would shut yourself in your room and put a pillow over your face and cry for hours. And unless your sister was able to get away with doing these things because your parents LITERALLY didn’t know how to control her and told you to just “let it roll off your back” and therefore made no effort, no, me and my sister are not like you and yours. We’re not.

Needless to say, I avoid any unnecessary time with her. I would NEVER hang out with her alone. She raised me to be afraid of her. I feel inherently uncomfortable and quite frankly trapped when we’re left alone in a room together. I will do anything to get out of that room. And the sad thing is that she “wants” to be friends. But no, it just can’t happen. If she had legitimately changed then maybe it could. But she’s attention seeking at all times and she still says cutting things to me on a regular basis. She’s thirty fucking years old, and she’s quit her job because she can’t get along with anyone. She wouldn’t say that’s the reason, but it is. She’s had so many jobs and coincidentally, ALL the bosses she’s ever worked for just happen to be major assholes. What terrible luck, right? And my dad totally supports her just not working and trying to sell things at farmers markets. She practically lives off of my dad now and her husband works constantly. Not to mention they’re taking state aid. I’m sorry, state aid is there for people who are down on their luck, not people who have made CONSCIOUS CHOICES not to work. And if she declared her earnings from the farmers markets I can guarandamntee you she wouldn’t qualify for it. I can’t even really make you see my sister for what she is because there’s no one out there like her, but let’s just say we’re polar opposites. I play by the rules, I work TWO jobs, I support myself. Basically, I’m an adult. And I don’t think she ever will be.

So anyway, both of the things I’m going to tell you about will seem really, really minor. But in the context of my life they’re not. Sunday night we were at family dinner at my dad’s house and he said that he needed Chief’s help sanding the floors in house because he’s desperate to put it back on the market. He wanted Chief to come over next weekend. I said that I would prefer for them to pick a different weekend, because next weekend is the only weekend we have off together for a while. I worked last weekend, he works this weekend, we’re off next weekend, and then I’m back on the weekend after that. So the weekend after that (the 15th) is the weekend I suggested. And guys. I NEVER SEE CHIEF. He works until midnight and I’m typically asleep. So anyway, my dad acted like I was so damn unreasonable for saying that I would like to spend some time with my husband. He even said “I never get to see MY girlfriend!” to which I responded “That’s not my fault, so it’s not relevant here.” Long story short, he guilted me terribly and I left feeling like shit. Because sister and her husband are over there all the time dad gets her husband to help a lot, but they’re over there because they’re mooching off of my dad. They only have one car that they’ve wrecked, so now they’re down to a only sometimes working motorcycle and they borrow my dad’s truck CONSTANTLY. Like four days a week I would guess. And I would also guess he’s paying to fill it up for them.

So anyway, my dad makes me feel really bad, basically calls me selfish at the dinner table, and I leave the house at the end of the night and call my mom and sob. I just cried and cried about how sister can do no wrong even though her life is a fucking mess and I have tried so hard to put mine together and yet my dad still makes me feel like shit. All the time-this is definitely not the first. Please refer back to my published works, specifically a post right around Christmas.

So life goes on, and I go to family dinner at my grammas house which we have every Tuesday. My sister was being obnoxious, as per usual. She can’t STAND not to be the center of attention. I mean, really, it kills her. When everyone was making a big deal about me getting my masters degree and she quit her job she initially claimed it was so she could go back and get hers too. Well that shit hasn’t happened. Anyway. She’s razzing my mom because my mom said she was really tired because she had worked a long day. I wanted to tell my sister to shut the hell up and get a real job, and until then shut her mouth about other people being tired, because WE WORK. But I didn’t. I held my tongue. Then at dinner we started talking about church. I haven’t been going much lately because I’ve been so tired from the two jobs, but I know I should do better. So I said something about trying really hard to go this weekend while Chief is at drill. Now, sister has been going to an “ecumenical” catholic church. So basically, a catholic church without rules. Although she’ll call it a “catholic church without bigots”, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY CATHOLIC GRANDMOTHER WHO IS CERTAINLY NOT A BIGOT. Guys, I’m not catholic, but my family is and I love them. The church has it’s faults, but it’s offensive to say that to a catholic person. Really. And I’m sorry, a catholic church that has a priest who can marry and ignores a lot of catholic doctrine isn’t catholic to me. THAT DOESN’T MEAN IT’S BAD. That’s my big disclaimer. It just means it’s not really catholic. So the way this relates is that my sister, at dinner in front of my whole family said “Don’t you think it’s funny that Librarian isn’t as good a Christian as me? Who’s the heathen now?” and I responded “Well, you go to a semi-fake Catholic church, so….” and she YELLED across the table “IT IS NOT A FAKE CATHOLIC CHURCH” and I said “Okay, calm down, I was just kidding”.

Anyway, after she had left my mom turned to me and said “DON’T make fun of her church. That’s HER church and it’s important to her”, to which I replied, “Oh, but it’s okay for her to call me a bad christian?” and my mom just kept saying “That’s her church, don’t mess with it” and I kept saying “She shouldn’t dish it out if she can’t take it”. Finally I did the dishes and got the hell out of there. I was pretty rude to my family I felt because I was on the verge of tears and just had to go. I wasn’t upset that my sister flipped out-I really don’t give a shit. She SHOULDN’T say stuff about me if she can’t deal with getting it back. I was upset that just like always, my mom took her side. She has always done that. My whole life. Sister could pick pick pick at me and when I would finally say something back sister would flip out and THEN my parents would deal with it. NOTHING has changed.

And here’s how I know I’m in the right on this one-BOTH of my aunts called me to check on me. Aunt 1 (the oldest) called and I was crying and she said “We know what it’s like for you-we’ve watched it your whole life. I’ve always wished there was something I could do to make your mother see what she does.” She went on to acknowledge that sister has basically abused me my whole life. she’s acknowledged this before, but guys, it really is good to hear that I’m NOT just a crazy oversensitive person that my parents make me out to be. They have always said I’m “too sensitive”. I think I’m the opposite of sensitive. If anything I’ve become resilient because of my childhood. That’s the only thing I can thank sister for-hardening me. Anyway, Aunt 1 offered to come over and sit with me because she knew I’d be home alone and I assured her I would be okay.

Thirty minutes later, Aunt 2 who doesn’t come to family dinners calls me with a random library question and then says casually “So…sounds like you have a cold. And oh how was family dinner?” Subtle, right? Obviously Aunt 1 called her, bless them. So I knew what she was angling for and told her what happened and she basically said the same things as Aunt 1, only tougher. She’s always very encouraging of me just standing up to sister, parental opinion be damned.

It’s good to have their support. I mean, they’re my mom’s SISTERS and they can see what’s wrong with our situation. They always have. They’ve always been my second moms. And I know it sounds like I’m overreacting to nothing, but this is just an incident in a long string of incidents that have made up my life, and I thought things were finally better at least with my parents, because my mom has ADMITTED to me that she wishes she had done more for me as far as sister goes when I was a kid. She has told me that she didn’t know how to control her so instead she let her steamroll me. And I’m not asking her to control her anymore-I’m an adult, so sister doesn’t actually bother me. At the age of 22 she told me that no one would ever love me and she wished I had died in the womb so she didn’t have to deal with me taking over her life. She was 22-not 16 and bratty, but 22. I honestly believe that was the point of no return. She said that to me the day I was packing for college, the day I was finally getting the hell out of there (she lived with my parents far longer than I did-practically still does). So no, her words don’t hurt me anymore because I know that I’m worth more than what she makes me out to be, but my parents will always have the ability to hurt me.

To top off a truly splendid week, I woke up with a terrible cold this morning. Snotty, sneezy, headache, sore throat-the whole deal. We’ve had lots of illness/injury around work today so I’m here for the long haul (one reason why I waited so late to publish this is because I didn’t want the Captain to see it and try to come in to work on her day off and make me go home). After crying myself to sleep last night and being really sick all day, I’ll be ready for some good solid zzzz’s tonight.

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11 thoughts on “Last Nights Post Explained-Super long post

  1. Wow. I’m so sorry 😦
    Family has a way of cutting us down to the core. Even when we can brush everything else off, the ones that we are “closest” to hurt us the most. I’m so sorry. That sounds like a rough week. Hang in there.

  2. Wow what an absolute Cowbag. You my dear Librarian are so much better and stronger than she will ever be. I know it’s easy to say she’s just jealous and that you are the better person. I am so sorry that you have to even have her in your life. Can you just cut her out as much as possible? She is abusive and you should only have people that help and care for you in your life. I know it’s a tough choice to make but clearly she wouldn’t be a loss!!

  3. I can’t believe you haven’t royally gone off on her before… fists and all. You are an amazing person and it is so amazing to hear that you see through her bullshit and know that you are so much better than her. So many people can fall into believing what someone, anyone, in their family tells them. Proud of you girl! I hope you feel better with your cold soon. xoxo

  4. Your aunts sound lovely. Your sister really doesn’t! I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that, but I’m so glad you have someone in your corner at least. I hope you get to have a great weekend with your husband, take care xx.

  5. It for sure does not seem like you’re overreacting. Good for you for standing up for yourself though when she attacked you. After hearing the story. I’m even more on board with Cheif’s idea of giving your family some space for a while. You don’t need that drama with everything else you’re working on at the moment.

  6. Yeah, I’m with Chief, cut them off for now. There is no law that says you have to hang out with your family, especially if they are giant assholes!

    I totally understand not getting time with hubby…We’re the same way and on his weekends off, we hibernate together! We do just us stuff because that’s OUR time. everyone else be dammed!

    Don’t let it get you down too bad.

  7. Sorry about all of this. A dysfunctional family can do so much harm, to a point where people see the lies as truths. Glad your aunts stepped up. You know, getting away from them for a little might be a good idea. And yes, you do need your time with your husband so don’t let anyone take that away from you.

  8. I’m just catching up on this. Families can be awful. I know what you mean about seemingly small things that are a big deal. You are not crazy or over sensitive.

  9. I’m just now finding your bloggy but I think we must be related. My sister is JUST. LIKE. THAT. Only add in that she beat me when I was a kid and my other sister supports her.

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