I Have Sisters
They like to pretend we're all best friends. They don't know how to be friends. One shows up only when she needs something and steals my money. Another never shows up at all. The youngest is the biggest brat I know. Her friends were saying awful things to her before so I defended her. She made fun of me along with them. It doesn't matter that I was helping her. But she's known for throwing people, namely other women, under the bus to try to make herself look good.
As I explained to my sister, the third oldest and my fellow middle child in the family (who hates the youngest the most), we can't expect any kind of loyalty from them just because we were loyal. It's unfair to expect people to be what they are not.
She cried. Oops. I thought it was a comfort to realize that I was expecting too much and that was on me. She didn't agree that it was comforting at all. I'm really not good at comforting others.
That said, we do enjoy a level of nastiness with one another. The youngest likes to point out how fat the oldest has gotten in her aging. Brat. I remind her that no grown woman wants the body of a prepubescent boy. There is a level of fun to snarking at her. When we're tag-teaming against one another, she and I work best together. Surprisingly. I can relate best to the third, but the youngest and I play better off one another's wit and vitriol. I don't know why since she's a terrible teammate otherwise.
It's not the same with my sisters who were adopted. They're much younger for one thing. I try my best to be encouraging and supportive. I might have spoiled them a bit at times. One of them is just graduating high school. I'm so proud of her. She makes me laugh though. "Now that I'm 18, when do I have to start paying bills?" she asked me. I explained that after she gets a job, she'd be expected to. She elaborated. She thought it was automatic, like the moment you turned 18, you were issued charges for becoming an adult. I was rolling. Little dork. She really is a smart kid, but she has airhead moments. Who doesn't? I thought it was cute.
The other two who were adopted are best friends in ways my biological sisters and I never were and never could be. They're so sad when they're separated. One went on a school trip and the other was absolutely miserable that entire weekend. She didn't leave her room except to eat. They do everything together.
I don't envy them. I do wonder what they found with each other that my biological sisters and I never found with each other. They seem desperate for us to be the best of friends, but like I said, they don't know how to be friends. The people I could count on as friends throughout my life never treated me the way my sisters have.
As I explained to my sister, the third oldest and my fellow middle child in the family (who hates the youngest the most), we can't expect any kind of loyalty from them just because we were loyal. It's unfair to expect people to be what they are not.
She cried. Oops. I thought it was a comfort to realize that I was expecting too much and that was on me. She didn't agree that it was comforting at all. I'm really not good at comforting others.
That said, we do enjoy a level of nastiness with one another. The youngest likes to point out how fat the oldest has gotten in her aging. Brat. I remind her that no grown woman wants the body of a prepubescent boy. There is a level of fun to snarking at her. When we're tag-teaming against one another, she and I work best together. Surprisingly. I can relate best to the third, but the youngest and I play better off one another's wit and vitriol. I don't know why since she's a terrible teammate otherwise.
It's not the same with my sisters who were adopted. They're much younger for one thing. I try my best to be encouraging and supportive. I might have spoiled them a bit at times. One of them is just graduating high school. I'm so proud of her. She makes me laugh though. "Now that I'm 18, when do I have to start paying bills?" she asked me. I explained that after she gets a job, she'd be expected to. She elaborated. She thought it was automatic, like the moment you turned 18, you were issued charges for becoming an adult. I was rolling. Little dork. She really is a smart kid, but she has airhead moments. Who doesn't? I thought it was cute.
The other two who were adopted are best friends in ways my biological sisters and I never were and never could be. They're so sad when they're separated. One went on a school trip and the other was absolutely miserable that entire weekend. She didn't leave her room except to eat. They do everything together.
I don't envy them. I do wonder what they found with each other that my biological sisters and I never found with each other. They seem desperate for us to be the best of friends, but like I said, they don't know how to be friends. The people I could count on as friends throughout my life never treated me the way my sisters have.
