Anyone that is familiar with my life knows that stuff seems to happen to me. Not just the typical stuff, but really stupid stuff. I handle it with minimal fuss. I just am who I am.
My father has always been a sore point in my life. He pretty much has the ability to trash everyone around him and make it look like the other person's fault. I have moved beyond this by not speaking to him. He is outside of my life. He can look in anytime he wants as long as he does not disturb my family. He doesn't send my kids birthday cards or christmas presents. And they don't even know he's alive. Well, my oldest kids do, but they don't ask about him. They understand how I feel. For those that don't know, I have a sister. She is ten months older than my oldest child. We have never been really "close" as we have so many years between us. That does not mean, however, that we don't love each other. That has never been an issue. As she got older and my dad and her mom got a divorce, things became strained between us. She had a great relationship with dad and didn't understand why I did not. I did not want her to know all the things he had done to my brother and I before she came along. Well, to make a long story short, she finally nagged me into telling her the truth. Let's just say we didn't speak for a long time. I was accused of being on her mother's side. I don't think I was on anyone's side but hers but hey, what do I know?! We started building our relationship after my grandfather's funeral in 06. She missed the attack on my person by dad and our mutual step-monster, thankfully. We have been talking and I finally got to spend a wonderful weekend with my sis last October. It was just the two of us. It was great. I think she finally realized that I love her for who she is and we can be friends AND sisters. It's great! And I got her to wear a dress...Rennaissance style! (see below) Yeah, buddy. And since my sis is a rugby player, you know a dress is a HUGE deal...During this time, she has been slowly building a relationship with her mom again. It's been slow going but things were looking up. Now the real drama begins. My idiot father decided that he would throw my sis out. She moves in with mom. And I don't know the whole story except that I knew it was coming. When the child no longer is appealing to my dad, he throws you to the wolves. You are trash. You don't do exactly as he requires, you are garbage. I hate that she has to go through this. But it was inevitable. He is what he is. As my hubby says, it's all tigers and stripes.
So, Lynds, if you are reading this, you are not alone. And I still love you.
This is me and my sis in October of 2007.