Why do you hate me?
These are the words that I were faced with from my eldest sister, after a rather traumatic few days where I just ended up losing my temper with her, and unfortunately I just let rip. Since I was 16 we haven't had a good relationship, over the years we have just distanced ourselves from each other. Well I have distanced myself from her. I never thought that she really noticed. We see each other about once a week when she is visiting my folks, and I kind of just put up with her, she doesn't bug me and I don't bug her. This is all after a long process of our relationship breaking down, and it is now far beyond repair. I just don't want her in my life. That decision is made, done, and I won't be going back on it. I feel guilty about it now and again, but I feel my feelings are justified on it, and I don't want to have a relationship with her. Unfortunately when it comes to family, sometimes cutting someone out of your life isn't exactly easy. So there are times when we are forced into situations which we just don't want to be in.
For a week she stayed at my folks house, due to some work she was having done at her place, and the fact she was upset and blah, blah....so I was faced with her every single day. I managed alright for the first few days, but as time went on she just wound me up more and more. My sister is 34 years old, and she acts like a 12 year old, at best. She just seems to be incapable of doing anything for herself. She stayed here for a week, and all she did was sit in a chair for a week, and do nothing, and then moan about how boring life is. I mean what the hell is that about? If you're bored get off your arse and do something about it. You can't expect someone else to keep you occupied all the time. Life doesn't work like that, especially when you're an adult.
Now as I mentioned, her and I don't really speak. We grunt in each others directions at best. A few days into her stay I asked her how long she was staying. This was something she took great offense to, and what started our mini war. She informed me it was nothing to do with me, as I never bothered with her anyway. Fair point, it was still only an innocent question though, that just required an adult response. Now I hold my hands up, and admit that I snapped far to quickly, and was a little extreme in the argument that followed. I am always guilty of having over reactions, because I let things bubble up, and then explode. So her and I had an exchange of words, that lead to some home truths getting said. Which basically ended with her asking me why I hated her so much. *sigh*
For the record, I don't hate my sister. I love her very much. She is my sister, and I do remember all the times she looked after me as a kid, and how cool I thought she was. I remember all that, and look back at it fondly. My sister has got away with alot of things because I love her. This is how I know that I love her. I just don't like her very much. In fact, I don't like her at all. We are extremely different. She has made decisions in life that I don't agree with, she has done things that I disagree with, and she has acted in ways that have made me dislike her. Some things she has done I will never forgive. It is as simple as that. Which doesn't make me a great person, but that's just how it is. I know in years to come, if I have children, I do not want them to have a relationship with her. Sounds terrible, right? It's just the way I feel and I stand by it. However, I do not hate her. Hate takes alot of effort. More than I am willing to give to this situation. I told her I didn't hate her. I don't think she believed me. Which makes me sad, but I guess that's the price I pay for my decisions.
I used to hope that one day her and I would be able to build a relationship again. Maybe when I had worked through my anger with the whole situation. I just don't see that day coming, and I know the more faith I put in the situation, the more open I am to getting hurt again. My sister can be a really decent person, and she has a good heart. That's on a good day though. At other times she would give the devil a run for his money. There are only so many times you can forgive someone, before you start to realise that it is going nowhere. My sister doesn't help herself, and she doesn't think about anyone else, but herself. She maybe my sister, but that doesn't mean I have to like her. I don't hate her either though.