As you all know, I am very close to AbFab and her kids Mayonaise and Shanaynay. These ladies are from my twin sister’s lineage. Although I did not birth any of them, I love them like my very own. What I’ve probably not shared as of yet, is that I have two other sisters that are much younger than me. They are 9 and 11 years my junior.
I was friends with my sister that is 11 years younger. For blogging purposes, we will call her #4. I liked her, loved her son Bubba to the ends of the earth. She had such a great sense of humor. For whatever reason, she has decided to end all contact with me. This happened a few years ago. I don’t know why… I’m guessing it’s because I still communicate with my parents (she doesn’t). I still don’t understand the dynamics between she and my parents, but I do know that we got along, that I enjoyed her company and I loved her son. Why she cut me out I’ll never know. Its been years since I’ve seen her.
The other sister, the one who is 9 (#3) years younger, is a piece of work. She has, for whatever reason, always been my dads favorite. My parents have done so much to help her, but its never enough, they continue to give, she continues to take. They are always “saving” her, most of the time it’s from herself. Growing up she was a mean, angry kid – she would lie to my parents about our interactions, and my parents would just believe her. For example, one time, as kids, she told my parents that I did something to her. I don’t remember what she told them, but it was fabricated; completely false. She looked me in my eyes, confirmed whatever it was with my dad. My dad, without question, made me eat bits from a bar of soap (Irish Spring cut up into pieces for just such an occasion). #3 watched with a smile on her face, like she had won. That’s who she is. I stayed as far away from her as I could.
Fast forward a few years. I moved out of my parents house when I was 17. #3 was 8 years old. I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me. She gets pregnant (on purpose), lives with my parents with her kid while my parents go through one of the roughest periods one could face: my dad was in an accident, he almost died. It took him 2 years to recover (had steel pins put in his legs, couldn’t walk, had to go through painful physical therapy, etc). In the meantime, my mom took care of him AND worked 2 jobs. #4 was still in high school, shocked by it all. #3, what did she do? Sat on her ass and didn’t do anything. Did she get a job? No. Did she help with trips to the doctor, physical therapy? No. Did she cook dinner? No. Will she tell you that this is absolutely not true? Yes. She has skewed view of “help”. If help means sitting on your ass in a basement apartment, watching TV, and sending your kid upstairs to be fed by the grandmother during her 2 hours between jobs, well, then yes, she helped.
Fast forward a few more years. My wedding. My parents really wanted all of us sisters to get along. #4 didn’t come to the wedding (I wished she would have), #3 I invited of course. I also invited her son to be my ring bearer. My dad said it would mean a lot to him so I did it. I paid for her accommodations. What I learned later was that she was angry about her son being a ring bearer. My parents had to agree to take her new-born (drive to/from Utah to/from CA). She was a complete bitch at the wedding; acting as if she couldn’t wait to leave. Well, it’s because she couldn’t wait to leave. After the wedding I received a scathing letter from her, telling me that she hated me, that I “used” her son, that she never wanted to see me, and never wanted me to interact with her kids. It confirmed my belief that she didn’t want to be at the wedding, but it was way over the top. I make a hard copy of the letter (no snail mail in those days) and send it to my parents saying she should seek medical help. That’s the last I heard of anything. Seriously, whatever. She’s unstable and needs help.
Fast forward a few more years.. I’m hanging out with my parents, AT THEIR HOUSE with all the grandkids, #3 and her kids show up. I don’t know what to do so I go to a separate room and wait for her to leave. Then I think to myself, fuck her. I’m in UT from out-of-town, staying with my parents, she knows it. If she doesn’t like it, she can take her kids away. This moment was a defining moment for me – this is when I decided I would no longer stay at my parents house or deal with her bullshit while visiting with my parents. This is when I decided that owning my own place in Utah was a good idea.
Fast forward a few more years, her husband helped me out with the first condo I purchased in Utah (helped me remodel a few things). He is a very talented contractor, and specifically a very skilled wood worker/cabinet maker. I really like her husband…. they have their issues (we all would have issues with her), but he hangs in there. He is still with her. Anyway, they asked to borrow money. Against my better judgement I did it. I did it because I liked hubby and I wanted to help out. This was .. lets see, somewhere between 5 – 10 years ago. Over the years, I’ve requested the money back. Every time I asked for it back, she goes ballistic. So, I put in my yearly request, via Facebook message this time. Below is the exchange – Keep in mind a few things:
- She and her family (hubby and 3 kids) are living in my parents 3 bedroom very spacious and nice basement apartment.
- she hasn’t held a steady job ever. Always an excuse not to. She will go to school sometimes, sometimes she will hold a job for a month or so… I think the last time her husband told her to get a job she got pregnant.
- my parents always bail her out, to the detriment of themselves.
- her husband is a hard worker, nice guy, and honestly, must have the patience of a saint. I wouldn’t know what it’s like to be married to him, all I do know is that all my interactions with him are pleasant.
- Given #1, 2, and 3, they go on a long vacation to California (as we all know, vacations and California are not cheap).
Anyway, enough said, here is our exchange (my comments added for clarity):