Sibling Rivalry I

Yes, let it be known that I am one of those people who think of the glass as half empty. Well it's 2006 and I'm still on vacation. I took an extended amount of time off to recoup from '05 and what did I get? Grief! I had one of the biggest fights you could ever imagine with my sisters. We fought like cats and dogs. One sister pulled the other's hair out and the other one's thumb is broken. Why you may ask? Because. We just don't get along.

Here's a bit of background information: Rough childhood complete with sweat and tears. I am the eldest of the siblings. And by all accounts, I'm the sensible one. The one who's got her shit half way right. And those biotches are just straight up jealous. I had no idea they resented me so much, that they harbored such resentful thoughts.

So ok, it's mid-December and they say that they are coming to visit. I somehow felt a deep urge to run, change my phone number, move or go out of town. And I really wish I had, but I didn't. I said hey, maybe doing the 'family thing' won't be so bad. WRONG! We were at my mom's house and from the door my youngest sister tormented me. She kept saying stupid things like, "You were always different", and "You never played with us when we were little". The nagging continued for several days, I ignored her snide remarks. After all, everybody knows she has issues.

She continued to grate on my last nerve. Everyday the comments got worst and worst. I live by the motto, never let 'em see you sweat. I pride myself on my cool demeaner. I know how I can get when I am angry. I will blackout on somebody if I am extremely provoked. So I continued cool, calm and collected. I guess she was really getting pissed since I hadn't responded to any of her stupid comments. So, on the third day, she opened her mouth to say some of the dumbest comments ever. She says, "I don't know who you think you are, you think you are better than us". I thought, What? Where did that comment come from? So I asked her. So she says, "You was always the smart one and everybody gave you special treatment. Bitch, you think you cute, but you ain't shit". I told her I never said that and I never felt that way. Anyway, one thing led to the next, and at that point I had said some things that were not very ladylike. As I grabbed my coat and headed towards the door, I turned and screamed at the top of my lungs, "You are a crazy bitch; you need to seek help immediately, because you are harboring some ole deep seated childhood issues!!!"

To be continued...