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lovedance4ever
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Hi all. I hardly know where to begin with this one; all I know is that I just need to get these feelings out of my head.
First of all, I am an eighteen year old girl. My sister is twenty-three years older than I am, and she has three daughters and a husband who is a Methodist minister in the air force.
Ever since I was three, I remember being terrified of my sister; not in a physical way really, just because she was so nasty to me at times. I was not a perfect child by any means, but I know I did not deserve the treatment I received from her. For instance, one day, she brought over a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and we each had two. My oldest niece was just a little thing at the time (just old enough to toddle and grab at things), and she walked up to the hot tray of cookies and began reaching for the last one. Knowing that I was expected by my sister to be the “responsible aunt” I gently took her hand and said that she could not do that, otherwise she would hurt herself. Well, out of the blue, my sister storms over and starts yelling at me, telling me that I was selfish for wanting the last cookie….which was not even close to the truth! She went on and on about this, and I remember being too frightened to say anything. And this is one of many stories. It got worse as I grew up; there were even times where she would slap my arm. One might say she was joking, but honestly, I think it was way too hard to be a joke. My skin would sting and turn red for a while after.
Fast forwarding a little bit.
By the time I was in my early teens, I knew how to behave with my sister so that I would not get lambasted too often. There were even times when we got along. When my grandma passed away, she flew from where she and her family were living at the time, to my house and stayed with me and our parents for three days. It was amazing, and we did all the things normal sisters would do. For the first time, she was a big sister to me…she did my nails, gave me advice, and giggled with me as we painted my father’s toenails while he was asleep. I actually felt love for her at the time. But then she went back home and it was never the same again.
We had started growing closer, but that ended after a while. I know she was a busy wife and mother, but she would go months without returning my calls, e-mails, or anything. However, I did begin to grow closer to my now older nieces and discovered how wonderfully funny, and intelligent they were; they were the light of my life.
So when I was fourteen, I decided (after talking it over with my parents) that I wanted to write my sister a letter, expressing how I felt, and that I would like to have a closer relationship with her. I did mention how I wished to be treated with more respect, but it was not harsh by any means, and I continually repeated how much I loved her. Initially, she responded saying that she had no idea I felt that way, and that she would get back to me in a day or two. Fair enough.
Three weeks passed; all calls and messages from my nieces ceased, which was HIGHLY unusual, as I hardly went a day without at least speaking with them for five minutes on the phone. I also began to break down and went into a deep depression, as I believed that my sister had no intention of writing back to me, which would have confirmed my feeling that she cared little for me.
So my mother took it upon herself to call my sister on the phone to ask her what was going on. My sister answered, and after a long and bitter argument, she simply stated to my shocked mother, “My non response is my response.” My heart was broken; I do not think I have ever cried that hard before in my life. I could not believe how easy it was for her to throw out a relationship with her little sister who only wanted to patch things up. However, one night, I was surprised to receive a phone call from my second oldest niece. Something was very different about our discussion, though. She kept on insisting that she would never stay married to a man who was physically abusive to her……which is quite a strange topic for an eleven year old, if you ask me. Finally, she finished by saying something that led me to believe my brother-in-law is abusive (physically) to my sister. Unfortunately, this did not come as much of a surprise, as we have always known that he was a mean and spiteful individual. One time at a family event, he shoved my father. Now, my dad is a very capable man, but because he did not want to cause further trouble for my sister, he remained silent about it. Many other things have happened, that are too many to list, but they are highly disturbing, and when I found all of this out, I felt so guilty about causing added stress for my sister, that I immediately called and apologized for complicating her life! Not one apology came from her; only a simple “I forgive you” and then she proceeded to compliment me for being so mature by seeing the error of my ways. I felt so humiliated.
First of all, I am an eighteen year old girl. My sister is twenty-three years older than I am, and she has three daughters and a husband who is a Methodist minister in the air force.
Ever since I was three, I remember being terrified of my sister; not in a physical way really, just because she was so nasty to me at times. I was not a perfect child by any means, but I know I did not deserve the treatment I received from her. For instance, one day, she brought over a tray of chocolate chip cookies, and we each had two. My oldest niece was just a little thing at the time (just old enough to toddle and grab at things), and she walked up to the hot tray of cookies and began reaching for the last one. Knowing that I was expected by my sister to be the “responsible aunt” I gently took her hand and said that she could not do that, otherwise she would hurt herself. Well, out of the blue, my sister storms over and starts yelling at me, telling me that I was selfish for wanting the last cookie….which was not even close to the truth! She went on and on about this, and I remember being too frightened to say anything. And this is one of many stories. It got worse as I grew up; there were even times where she would slap my arm. One might say she was joking, but honestly, I think it was way too hard to be a joke. My skin would sting and turn red for a while after.
Fast forwarding a little bit.
By the time I was in my early teens, I knew how to behave with my sister so that I would not get lambasted too often. There were even times when we got along. When my grandma passed away, she flew from where she and her family were living at the time, to my house and stayed with me and our parents for three days. It was amazing, and we did all the things normal sisters would do. For the first time, she was a big sister to me…she did my nails, gave me advice, and giggled with me as we painted my father’s toenails while he was asleep. I actually felt love for her at the time. But then she went back home and it was never the same again.
We had started growing closer, but that ended after a while. I know she was a busy wife and mother, but she would go months without returning my calls, e-mails, or anything. However, I did begin to grow closer to my now older nieces and discovered how wonderfully funny, and intelligent they were; they were the light of my life.
So when I was fourteen, I decided (after talking it over with my parents) that I wanted to write my sister a letter, expressing how I felt, and that I would like to have a closer relationship with her. I did mention how I wished to be treated with more respect, but it was not harsh by any means, and I continually repeated how much I loved her. Initially, she responded saying that she had no idea I felt that way, and that she would get back to me in a day or two. Fair enough.
Three weeks passed; all calls and messages from my nieces ceased, which was HIGHLY unusual, as I hardly went a day without at least speaking with them for five minutes on the phone. I also began to break down and went into a deep depression, as I believed that my sister had no intention of writing back to me, which would have confirmed my feeling that she cared little for me.
So my mother took it upon herself to call my sister on the phone to ask her what was going on. My sister answered, and after a long and bitter argument, she simply stated to my shocked mother, “My non response is my response.” My heart was broken; I do not think I have ever cried that hard before in my life. I could not believe how easy it was for her to throw out a relationship with her little sister who only wanted to patch things up. However, one night, I was surprised to receive a phone call from my second oldest niece. Something was very different about our discussion, though. She kept on insisting that she would never stay married to a man who was physically abusive to her……which is quite a strange topic for an eleven year old, if you ask me. Finally, she finished by saying something that led me to believe my brother-in-law is abusive (physically) to my sister. Unfortunately, this did not come as much of a surprise, as we have always known that he was a mean and spiteful individual. One time at a family event, he shoved my father. Now, my dad is a very capable man, but because he did not want to cause further trouble for my sister, he remained silent about it. Many other things have happened, that are too many to list, but they are highly disturbing, and when I found all of this out, I felt so guilty about causing added stress for my sister, that I immediately called and apologized for complicating her life! Not one apology came from her; only a simple “I forgive you” and then she proceeded to compliment me for being so mature by seeing the error of my ways. I felt so humiliated.