Foolishly at times I still want the gathered around the piano singing sisters (figuratively) when the Joe/Amy pulling each others’ hair out/burning the manuscript sisters is what we’re always going to be destined for.
I’m mad at myself for not just calling my sister number one out on her most recent clueless, flaky, self-centered behavior, as it would’ve been the right thing to do. But we just don’t have that kind of relationship and much like a young child or puppy once the moment is gone she’d never even remember the incident. Until the next one rolls along.
I know I shouldn’t take it personally, and won’t in the future, it’s just how she is. But I also don’t have to be “sisterly” with nothing coming my way in return. Every contact is one-sided, texting me to pass on a message from our mother does not count, heh. The part of me that just accepts it, knows it is a learned behavior – my mom didn’t have sisters or sister-in-laws that lasted and doesn’t really have more than acquaintances or “church friends” and doesn’t instill that value in her girls. I’m the oddity that’s always preaching the gospel of best girlfriends.
However, I’m thankful to be surrounded by great women than uplift me, encourage me, entertain me and accept me. “And that’s all I need”.