You Can Pick Your Nose...
by
, December 23rd, 2019 at 09:04 PM (1106 Views)
...But you can't pick your family.
It's always during "The Holidays", right? Everyone has one (or more) Drama Queen relatives.
I never liked my one sister. Oh Lord, I have tried. Went out of my way to excuse her selfish, childish, hyperbolic overreacting behavior. For decades, we've all had to deal with her popping-up on the radar like a bunch of Luftwaffe bombers on a run to London. We scramble to intercept. She drops her load of s-bombs, leaving wreckage. It's like our Finest Hour, only there are no heroes. And it never ends.
Well, her husband (my bro-in-law) is in the hospital again. They are both alcoholics, so it's no surprise that he's back with pancreatitis. My psycho sis is playing up the victim card (subtle, yet like most alkies, she's a good manipulator). She asked my adult children to come over and "help" her. They did. She needed no real help. He's just lonely and afraid.
I hate this. I want to have sympathy for her, but she sinks her teeth in every time you offer your hand. My other sisters are more forgiving, but I will not talk to her. Because of her dysfunctional lifestyle, she blames others for their misfortune. After our parents died, she laid some stuff on me. She never attempted to apologize for the accusations. And I can't forgive her.
I love her son like one of my kids. I feel bad for him and my kids, but I have to stay out of her drama. I've walked a fine line not discouraging my kids from contacting her, but simply gently warning them of her past behavior. They are smart, and can see things for themselves. I wish they didn't have to.
We text on occasion, and talk every year or so (even though she lives just two miles down the road). We are light years apart. I have to protect my wife and kids. She's toxic. I can't let her back into our lives without her hurting us again.
Should I even care, just because we share genetic material? I wish her no evil, but I find myself really not caring. The whole thing makes me question myself. Am I a bad guy?
I don't answer yes or no, but simply admit that I don't give a damn. Happy Festivus.