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My Toxic Sister Hurled a Vial Text at Me into the Middle of a Family Chat
We took the high road and shut her down
My sister is a rather dreadful human. She was and always has been mom’s favorite. Mom never tried to hide this fact from my two brothers and I.
When we were young, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend.
I’m the oldest of four, she was the third child. I was painfully shy, she was loud and outgoing. Moving as much as we did when when we were small was really hard on me. When we were the new kids the third time the year I was in fourth grade; my cojones for starting over again had shriveled away to nothing. It was a grueling experience for me.
My younger sister seemed to bounce through our third move that year as if nothing significant had happened. She found a gaggle of friends right away. I wanted to be part of her easy circle and friends.
She wanted no part of me. Ever.
I don’t care about whatever may have caused my sister to shape herself into the dreadful human she is. We all have terrible choices and experiences we’ve made in the past, things that happened to us and around us we had no control over. We have a large degree of choice regarding how we manage our past and who we evolve into.
