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Kimothy80
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Fair warning: this is going to show my cruel, mean-spirited side.
I am the oldest in a family of three girls. My youngest sister and I were born premature but the sister in between us was not. I was the only one who ended up with a multitude of health problems (more on that later). My mother has told us numerous times that, when my first sister was born, I was very protective of her. Whenever someone would come near her I’d “shoo” them away! I was also protective with my youngest sister but not nearly as much because of the age difference (4 years between me and my first sister, 8 years between the baby and me).
Fast forward to the summer of 1996. By this time, I was 16, my first sister (Melissa or Mel) was 12 and the youngest (Samantha, I call her Pickle
) was only 8 years old. I received a heart/double lung transplant. While the physical aspects of recovery were “easy” (HA!) the psychological aspects were not. During the first month post-transplant my parents had my sisters stay with family in Boston. Why? Because they knew the girls would be bored with my constant hospital visits for clinic and/or physical therapy. Also, to be honest, my parents and I needed to get used to this new post-transplant lifestyle.
Melissa’s middle school years were alright. She was never a “brainiac” (that was Sam though Mel did end up in “honors” classes) but did well enough. High school was another story. Since I missed a year of school pre-transplant, when she as in 9th grade I was a Senior. We each had our own friends and pretty much stayed out of each other’s way but we were (slowly–or so I thought) starting to become friends. As her high school years went on things went down hill. She flunked Sophmore Honors English and had go to summer school yet acted as if she was better or smarter than the other kids in the class. She hooked up with a ridiculously gorgeous guy from school only to be royally dumped.
Melissa has always had problems with her weight. Remember when I said she was the only one full-term. She weighed 9 lbs. 2 oz. was like a shark (according to Mom). When she was 3 her chubbiness was cute (I’ll admit that!) but when she was a teenager it wasn’t so cute. To add insult to injury, she is an emotional eater. As soon as she started being treated like dirt from guys she’d balloon up…and never loose it.
Anyway, she barely graduated high school (she and I had the same English teacher Senior year but while she hated the woman, I liked her!), flunked out of the university in town (a pretty decently known one in the state) AND community college.
She was in a long-term relationship from the age of 17-21. We LIKED this guy!! The other men she’s been with since then? Pretty much hated 'em.
Unfortuntely, even after all these years, she blames me for her problems in life. In 2007, I moved out of town (I’m now about a 4-6 hour drive away) and to be perfectly honest, I’m GLAD I’m away from all of the drama. Her latest problem? In August of 2009, she got together with a guy she just met at her (then) new job. They moved in together in the following month and they both had to quit their jobs because they broke office policy in regards to relationships. I met him twice, Thanksgiving and Christmas. He seemed OK. She’s done better but she’s also done a lot worse. In January, Mom told me they had become engaged (sans ring…don’t ask) and suddenly an October, 2010 wedding was in the works. On April 3rd I went to my local David’s Bridal to try on dresses (HATED IT!! THEY ARE TOO SMALL!!
) and 12 hours after my “adventure” my sister tells me the wedding had been canceled. Huh???
Well, they have since broken up and this past weekend was the kicker. My parents and sister went down south for Sam’s college graduation (the only one out of the three of us with a Bachelor’s degree!
). Even though he moved out earlier, while she was out of town he stole (and sold) her car (yes, he had a key… 
), stole her TV, plus a check a friend had written to her. Before Mom told me all of this in the early morning hours she said “…and don’t say woo hoo” Well, I have to admit that when I first heard this my jaw dropped but inwardly I was snickering thinking sucker, you GAVE him a key to your car. What did you expect?
My problem? I get a secret thrill seeing my sister suffer. Why? I think it’s because I know (she’s told me, point blank) she still holds resentment towards me over things I had no control over and I just think it’s “amusing” how my parents are still so blind to my sister’s psychological issues. Also, how do I stop being such a jerk about all of this?
If you have any questions (in terms of wanting more details about this whole soap opera) don’t hesitate to ask! Comments are also welcome.
Alright, I think I’m done. Gimme your best shot…
I am the oldest in a family of three girls. My youngest sister and I were born premature but the sister in between us was not. I was the only one who ended up with a multitude of health problems (more on that later). My mother has told us numerous times that, when my first sister was born, I was very protective of her. Whenever someone would come near her I’d “shoo” them away! I was also protective with my youngest sister but not nearly as much because of the age difference (4 years between me and my first sister, 8 years between the baby and me).
Fast forward to the summer of 1996. By this time, I was 16, my first sister (Melissa or Mel) was 12 and the youngest (Samantha, I call her Pickle
) was only 8 years old. I received a heart/double lung transplant. While the physical aspects of recovery were “easy” (HA!) the psychological aspects were not. During the first month post-transplant my parents had my sisters stay with family in Boston. Why? Because they knew the girls would be bored with my constant hospital visits for clinic and/or physical therapy. Also, to be honest, my parents and I needed to get used to this new post-transplant lifestyle.Melissa’s middle school years were alright. She was never a “brainiac” (that was Sam though Mel did end up in “honors” classes) but did well enough. High school was another story. Since I missed a year of school pre-transplant, when she as in 9th grade I was a Senior. We each had our own friends and pretty much stayed out of each other’s way but we were (slowly–or so I thought) starting to become friends. As her high school years went on things went down hill. She flunked Sophmore Honors English and had go to summer school yet acted as if she was better or smarter than the other kids in the class. She hooked up with a ridiculously gorgeous guy from school only to be royally dumped.
Melissa has always had problems with her weight. Remember when I said she was the only one full-term. She weighed 9 lbs. 2 oz. was like a shark (according to Mom). When she was 3 her chubbiness was cute (I’ll admit that!) but when she was a teenager it wasn’t so cute. To add insult to injury, she is an emotional eater. As soon as she started being treated like dirt from guys she’d balloon up…and never loose it.
Anyway, she barely graduated high school (she and I had the same English teacher Senior year but while she hated the woman, I liked her!), flunked out of the university in town (a pretty decently known one in the state) AND community college.
She was in a long-term relationship from the age of 17-21. We LIKED this guy!! The other men she’s been with since then? Pretty much hated 'em.
Unfortuntely, even after all these years, she blames me for her problems in life. In 2007, I moved out of town (I’m now about a 4-6 hour drive away) and to be perfectly honest, I’m GLAD I’m away from all of the drama. Her latest problem? In August of 2009, she got together with a guy she just met at her (then) new job. They moved in together in the following month and they both had to quit their jobs because they broke office policy in regards to relationships. I met him twice, Thanksgiving and Christmas. He seemed OK. She’s done better but she’s also done a lot worse. In January, Mom told me they had become engaged (sans ring…don’t ask) and suddenly an October, 2010 wedding was in the works. On April 3rd I went to my local David’s Bridal to try on dresses (HATED IT!! THEY ARE TOO SMALL!!
) and 12 hours after my “adventure” my sister tells me the wedding had been canceled. Huh???Well, they have since broken up and this past weekend was the kicker. My parents and sister went down south for Sam’s college graduation (the only one out of the three of us with a Bachelor’s degree!
). Even though he moved out earlier, while she was out of town he stole (and sold) her car (yes, he had a key… ), stole her TV, plus a check a friend had written to her. Before Mom told me all of this in the early morning hours she said “…and don’t say woo hoo” Well, I have to admit that when I first heard this my jaw dropped but inwardly I was snickering thinking sucker, you GAVE him a key to your car. What did you expect?My problem? I get a secret thrill seeing my sister suffer. Why? I think it’s because I know (she’s told me, point blank) she still holds resentment towards me over things I had no control over and I just think it’s “amusing” how my parents are still so blind to my sister’s psychological issues. Also, how do I stop being such a jerk about all of this?
If you have any questions (in terms of wanting more details about this whole soap opera) don’t hesitate to ask! Comments are also welcome.
Alright, I think I’m done. Gimme your best shot…
) would probably benefit from seeing a professional but none of us is brave enough to approach the subject. Also, I’m up here and the rest of them are in Tampa.