So I Prefer Water Over Blood - Jessie T. Wolf
So I Prefer Water Over Blood|
I hate my sister. I really do. I hate the fact that she doesn’t show any living being in this house even the smallest shred of decency or respect. Not even to her little Chihuahua dog that she begged my mom and I to let her have, and I was nice enough to get her a dog thinking that just _maybe_ she’d actually take care of it. That's one of the hugest mistakes I've ever made.
Between fighting with Amara to take better care of her dog or I’d threaten to find Penny a new home, to simple things like asking her to please do the dishes when it’s her week to do them, all she does is snap sarcastic remarks back, defend whatever stupid action she does instead of taking any responsibility for them, or she’s just plain rude and yells at the top of her lungs.
Just me asking her this morning if in the future she could please not drink my pop and leave only a tiny gulp left in the bottle, (when it wasn’t her drink to being with and she had no right to drink it) I was met with her rolling her eyes and retreating into her room. No freaking respect at all.
Even my mom has vented to me many times about how she’s disappointed in my sister, who just turned 19, at how she doesn’t have any kind of relationship with her, other than when Amara needs my mom to do things for her. She’ll tell, not ask, my mom to drive her here or there, or to give her money for whatever clothes and junk that she’s just going to throw away six months from now anyway. And yet when she’s had a rough day and my mom asks if she wants to talk about it or if she can do anything to help, Amara totally shuts my mom out and refuses to communicate with her.
Amara will go to her friend’s house for the night and only call and tell us at the last minute where she is, and so we’re stuck taking care of her dog. I get so very pissed off at the fact that she’s always complaining about how her job doesn’t give her enough hours and she has no money, yet she somehow has $135 to spend to go see a show like Hair, but she doesn’t have $20 to buy Penny a bag of dog food.
She doesn’t do her own laundry, and she barely helps out with any of the chores around the house at all (unless she’s having friends over, then she might actually pick up a cloth and do some cleaning). She complains about all of the animals in the house and how she hates living here so very much, yet she doesn’t even think about actually saving up her money to move out with a friend or something.
You can’t communicate with her at all, and when you try to she just yells at you that she doesn’t want to talk about it now. So when _will_ she ever want to talk about the many issues that she chooses to be completely oblivious about?
They say blood is thicker than water, and that may very well be, but I prefer water, okay? I swear to gods whenever I actually do have enough money saved up to move out of here, if I never have to see Amara again that would suit me just fine. I know a lot of people have told me that when she’s older we’ll probably get along better, but as far as I’m concerned I don’t have a sister. I honestly don’t want to have anything to do with someone who is as rude and selfish and insensitive as Amara is. >.
Current Mood: aggravated
Usually there is a turning point for siblings when they reach puberty. I was feeling similar with my brother, when suddenly around the age of 14-15 a miracle happened and he turned into a person, with whom I actually able to talk about things and who does not evoke the feeling of help, rage and helplesness in me anymore.
Siblings can be a blessing, as well as they can be a curse. :/
I wish I had any advice or comforting words, but I can't understand many of the kids in that age myself. In fact, I often end up with the urge to punch them into their ungrateful egoistic little faces. >_>
Moving out would be an option (the relationship between my brother and me also improved once I had to leave). Probably things would get better if you two wouldn't be oposed to each other constantly. I ish you luck with this matter...
|Date:||May 7th, 2006 06:46 pm (UTC)|| |
Wow. That sucks.die7fox
may have the best advice about dealing with that sort of situation. Just be careful with your approach if you decide to ask him about it. He's...in a very rough spot at the moment.
Good luck. *hug*
You mom can kick her out of the house now that she's 19, right?
Hate the typos nurrr neer! uhhhh
sadly it starts with Mom , saying NO to your sister .
Good Luck ..
|Date:||May 7th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)|| |
Borrow 2 and co's tazer?
That reminds me a lot of when my sister was still living here, a few years ago. She got better about it after awhile, though. I guess the fact that she did move halfway across the country may have been part of it, but she was even better right before she moved. I think it had a lot to do with her being happy... she hated it here.
Of course, now on occasion she acts like she's my older sister and tries to tell me what to do with this whole air of superiority (even though I know she's just trying to help "from experience")... so I don't know what to tell you. LOL.
The blood is thicker than water thing.... it ends up being the concept that "You're my sister and I love you, but I don't have to like you very much" ;)
She ain't heavy, she's my sister.
Reminds me of pack struggle. The Younger dog nipping and barking to test their boundaries and see if those in leadership are still strong enough to not take any crap. Drinking your claimed pop, not sharing pack responsibility, and other disrespect.
She's reached the age when she's just about to leave as you will soon, and she may be seeing this as a way to make it easier. She's keeping her fears inward, and when faced with mistakes she defends her inaction, instead of facing those mistakes. Saving and working towards a future means she will have to face that future, and this probably scares her.
Her screaming is just a shout in the dark. If faced with expulsion from your pack, she wouldn't last a week. She needs to be shown consequences and if it were me I would talk it over with you mother about getting that dog a better home, as the final straw if the mistreatment continues.
The day you move, I can wager you'll see her either looking to you for guidance or see your moving on with your life as a betrayal.
Just be there for you mother who has the burden of loving you both, no matter what bad blood there is. She won't have you as a buffer against the sister storm soon, so help her regain dominance now.
Faith Wuff, keep it.
* hugs* Oh I know all about that I'm a middle child Im totally chalk and cheese to my brother and sister. You have to love your family but you dont have to like them i mean if my sister and brothers were neighbors and not related Id not enjoy them so much. but as family I guess we just for soem reason do things and love one another Soem people are very Self centered individuals putting ones self first before others is okay ona limited basis. Selfcentered is what many people use as a way to say Im just bit self centered to hide selfishness. Some other times not that your like your sister at all. But when people share a simular trait or quirk often heads butt and in family Sometimes the pecking order comes into play the yonger wants dominace over the others Theres no testostrone in yoru home cept for the dogs so all that Estrogens gotta butt heads at times:) * hugs* I agree though your sister does need to shape up some or shes in for a BIG rude awakening when life kicks her ass
I'm the same way, but +10 years (I'm 30, my sister 29). We've both moved out and since had to move back. Things were great when we weren't living so close ... but now I know firsthand how s horribly irresponsible she is. I shouldn't be one to talk, I'm still living with my folks (she got out again with social services mainly because she's a Katrina evacuee).
When she moved into the house she's in now, from the local urban housing services (placed on priority because of Katrina), someone down in New Orleans found her dog, a black lab/border collie mix named Teddy, she had to leave behind with a neighbor (and something happened to the neighbor, I guess), and it turned out that rescuer lived down in Oregon, just a few hours away, so my sister was reunited with the dog.
I told her then that she needed to get digproofing for the fence, and I could do the work if she'd just get the materials. She actually had trouble figuring out what to spend all her Katrina money on, but somehow she just didn't seem to care to pick up material to digproof the fence. She thought just filling in the holes Teddy dug with rocks would do fine (as well as smacking him whenever he got out :/).
She adopted another dog, a Pitbull named Max, here. Together they escaped, apparantly went about a mile to a goat farm and killed several goats.
I was absolutely furious with my sister, but guess who she blamed? The dogs. Not her fault she didn't take responsibility in taking up my offer the digproofing, no siree.
I was so angry, I went out, bought the material myself for $300 (and I'm only working part time and struggling under a student loan, other bills, and only part time income) and proceeded to install it. It took me about a week to complete. The day after I finished, her son let them out the front door (the fencing is only out the back). Gorram! >_<
I don't know why I even tried. I should have made my folks have her take those dogs to a shelter to be adopted out. :/ My sister has no business having kids OR dogs.
I know dealing with friends like that can be hard. But I can't imagine how hard it is having a sibling who acts like that. Must make it doubly hard for sure.
Penny is cute. I love the way she spazzes when you call her name.
"Hey pretty Penny!!" *PENNY SPAZZ*