I realized one of the biggest differences between me and my siblings. This, by all means, is not to toot my own horn or anything, but I am better at empathizing with others. The biggest complaint I have of them is that they never, ever back me up, stick up for me in any sitation. Nothing happened to me this Thanksigiving. My entire family is in WWIII at the moment, and my brother and sister think they can save the whole family just by appearing and magically saying a few words...more so my brother than my sister. Surprise, suprise. So I noticed when my mom tell my brother to stop getting involved, she says it all nicely. When she tells my sister to bud out, she yells at her to shut up. And when it's me, well, there's just no civility. I stuck up for my sister last night, trying to tell my mom not to yell at her in such a manner. So when I was fighting with my brother today, because he wanted to take my car when I needed to go back to my apartment (I know, so juvenile...), I expected my sister to jump in. But no. Nothing. She literally just laid on the sofa and stared at me, like I was doing something wrong.
And so, it is what it is. Again, this is something I already know. I'm always wrong, and my brother is really always right. It doesn't matter what he does wrong, what he doesn't do, what sexist things he says...everyone always just nods and smiles.
It's funny how I have a curse of the child that should have been aborted. Really...when my parents die, and I have no more responsibilities to act like I care for them, I'm cutting my brother out of my life. Cut, snip, gone.
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