siblings

when i get mad at my sister, i stop talking to her. why? because i really feel no need to tell her what she did. she doesn’t hear what i have to say, nor does she do anything to change things. it never matters to her if anyone else is happy. you see, it is all about mar. it is always all about mar. it has been all about mar since she came screaming out of my mothers womb 34 years ago. she hasn’t stopped screaming since. she is always quick to point out when she feels that she is being abused, neglected or just thinks someone looked at her the wrong way.

i’ve been mad at my sister since she decided that she was going to wear a ring that a man gave her. the week before, she was telling everyone and his brother that this man was smothering her, and he needed to get out of her house. one slave mined diamond laced with platnium later, mar is engaged and this man is everything she could have ever dreamed of. YEAH RIGHT. that’s because ccq wouldn’t date her, nor would any of the rich ebay guys she was interested in… why? because she has my beautiful nephews. you see, my sister has a taste for expensive things. this man, really isn’t in a position to help her out with that. the men that have the money to pay for expensive things, don’t want to care for some other mans children. and there you have it… it is a vicious cycle. so, mar decided to lower her standards for a diamond ring… and now, she is happy as can be.

then, i spent 5 days of my non-existant vacation time with her and the man. it was the absolute worst vacation i have ever been on. not only could i have been in third class seerage on the titanic, but the damn boat sank while i was there. i have never in my life been so disrespected. i felt like i was the UNWANTED third man out. and i was, really. walking 5 feet ahead of me, kinda gave me a clue. what gets me, is that somehow this was my fault… i just wasn’t walking fast enough, or i was not being talkative… it doesn’t matter that i was keeping up with them, or that i was just out of ear-shot.

anyway… after the trip from hell i stopped talking to her. why? because she made it crystal clear how she felt about me. she did not play diplomat, she made a choice… that vacation was about her choice. i was not even a consideration. EVER. so, why tell her this? i saw no need to. i mean really, is she going to change? HELL NO. my sister only changes because she wants to… however, this man, doing a good job prodding her to change. but, she must be happy with that, otherwise she wouldn’t do it. i don’t really want her to change, i just want her to open her eyes. she isn’t going to do that either. she has no reason too… her two faced friends are becoming her family, and this man (whom she couldn’t wait to get away from as little as 6 months ago) is going to be her husband. what is it that i should say? mar, get a clue?

there is no point. there really isn’t. given enough time, mar will leave this man. he will never be everything she wants. she will get tired of pushing and prodding him. he will get tired of being told what to do… you see, he is only truly happy when he is in charge. she will get sick of that too. after 34 years of listening and watching her, i know this. unless mar is getting everything she wants, she is not happy.

now, i have been informed that i have 3 extra tickets to rem on september 6, rather than the one i expected. why you might ask? because mar and this man have decided that since i’ve not been talking to them, there really isn’t a need to go to the concert. i’m guessing that the man has made other plans with the two faced friends. the ones who ruined their trip to hawaii.

do i care? yes, of course i care. but i don’t see any answer. i see no solution. and on top of that, she knows that all my friends already have tickets to the show… so i’m just out two seats, because hopefully the rocker is going to take the one next to me off my hands.

so, thank you mar for your love and support. i owe you nothing, you owe me nothing and lets just leave it. you have new family anyway. lets hope that they don’t dump you when you need them. you wouldn’t deserve that now, would you.