HUMMMMM?
I called my older sister on New Years Eve to wish her a happy new year. When she asked me what was up and what was new, I just responded I really didn’t and couldn’t get into it right now, and that I would call her in a couple of days and we could talk. I knew if she found out everything that has been going on from someone other than me she would be hurt and pissed (would be that Irish Italian blood mix).
Now telling any of my siblings anything like this is very hard. I have always been the happy go lucky, and if things are tight I find a way our with out a complaint, land on your feet kinda gal. The little sister that is always there to lend a hand in a pinch, and the big sister to pick you up when you are down.
Growing up I didn’t have a close relationship with either of my sisters. My older sister, who is two years older, resented the air I breathed growing up and took every opportunity to show it in some way. She would do and say some not so nice things to my younger sister that pretty much gave us no chance to have any kind of a relationship at all. Ya, telling a 7 year old that her other sister hates her, and some other things I won’t get into, for say twelve years would probably mess with a kids mind. I was pretty close to my older brother. Being the tomboy I was gave me plenty of opportunity to hang out with him. No girlie shit for me. Which added to the distance between my sisters and I.
Life goes on, you grow up. Child hood resentments fade. I was the second one to get married, first one to have children. My older sister and I still had a rocky relationship, but she adored my two girls. We were fine as long as she was in control. Of everything. What we did when we were together, always in her car if we went any place. Even what we talked about. She has a very explosive personality. If I didn’t remember a child hood memory as she saw it, watch out, shit was going to hit the fan and blow everywhere! So I learned to just lay low, let her have it her way. It was easier, trust me.
When I was on my third child she was having her first. It gave us a chance to bond a bit. The boys were born three months apart. My nephew being older, gave her the chance to experience everything during the pregnancies first. Which was a good thing because she is the oldest after all. Ya, we have to forget that I have already had two children for the moment lol. It was just the way she was. And so life went on. And we did things together with our children. All the freaking time.
My nephew had developed a little bad and aggressive temper early in his life. Like by the time he was 5 months old he was grabbing and growling at my son if they were lying next to each other on the floor. My son was not the only baby he did this too, unfortunately. My sister quickly lost a lot of friends because of this. So I was her new found best buddy. And that was the way it was for the next four years.
Posted on 01/03/05 at 11:49 AM