Mental Health & Sisters
I have a twin sister, and many people when I mention this to them are shocked. Why?
Because I tend not to tell them for quite some time. It is never something I bring up. Again, why? Well, my twin sister is a self-centered bitch.
Yep, I said it. A BITCH. And I do not say that with emotion, I actually do not care anymore. I stopped caring almost two years ago when she told me at Christmas she hated me. I have determined that I will be putting in no effort with her. I will not ask to hang out. I will not reach out to her to see how she's doing. I just don't care.
For the longest time, all I wanted was to be best friends with her. We were friends growing up until she hit puberty. Our values changed and we didn't like spending time with one another. She bullied me a lot. I was constantly berated for my hair, my clothes. She told me almost daily that no one liked me and that they were only friends with me because they were friends with her. As I started to deal with more of my depression problems her insults became harder and harder to deal with. By the time I graduated high school, I wanted nothing to do with her and I had every right to want this.
It has been almost seven years since I graduated high school. Nothing is better between us. For a while recently, I thought maybe things were getting better. We both had dogs and I thought that we could at least bond over it. Well, she had to put her puppy down for genetic health reasons, but I still stayed in contact with her. I tried inviting her to come visit me, she invited me to come visit her, and she reached out to me when something awful was going on.
And it was all for nothing because I cracked a funny at her today. She is spending $2,500 to get a year old French bulldog. I talked with her a bit about it today; giving my advice because everything she kept saying didn't seem like she had put in the researched needed. But we ended the conversation fine. Then, I texted her trying to make a joke about how if she gets to bring Bruno into the house back home, I'll be able to bring Bentley. #doublestandards. That hashtag made it pretty obvious I was just trying to make some light humor, right?
Well, it sparked World War III. She told me I was being selfish and snotty, and that I only thought of myself and if I ruined this for her, yadadadad. So, I told her how I have felt about her for the last ten years of my life.
I'm not going to go into further details. I'm just so fed up with her shit that it's not even worth it. Here's to not caring. Cheers, bitches.
Because I tend not to tell them for quite some time. It is never something I bring up. Again, why? Well, my twin sister is a self-centered bitch.
Yep, I said it. A BITCH. And I do not say that with emotion, I actually do not care anymore. I stopped caring almost two years ago when she told me at Christmas she hated me. I have determined that I will be putting in no effort with her. I will not ask to hang out. I will not reach out to her to see how she's doing. I just don't care.
For the longest time, all I wanted was to be best friends with her. We were friends growing up until she hit puberty. Our values changed and we didn't like spending time with one another. She bullied me a lot. I was constantly berated for my hair, my clothes. She told me almost daily that no one liked me and that they were only friends with me because they were friends with her. As I started to deal with more of my depression problems her insults became harder and harder to deal with. By the time I graduated high school, I wanted nothing to do with her and I had every right to want this.
It has been almost seven years since I graduated high school. Nothing is better between us. For a while recently, I thought maybe things were getting better. We both had dogs and I thought that we could at least bond over it. Well, she had to put her puppy down for genetic health reasons, but I still stayed in contact with her. I tried inviting her to come visit me, she invited me to come visit her, and she reached out to me when something awful was going on.
And it was all for nothing because I cracked a funny at her today. She is spending $2,500 to get a year old French bulldog. I talked with her a bit about it today; giving my advice because everything she kept saying didn't seem like she had put in the researched needed. But we ended the conversation fine. Then, I texted her trying to make a joke about how if she gets to bring Bruno into the house back home, I'll be able to bring Bentley. #doublestandards. That hashtag made it pretty obvious I was just trying to make some light humor, right?
Well, it sparked World War III. She told me I was being selfish and snotty, and that I only thought of myself and if I ruined this for her, yadadadad. So, I told her how I have felt about her for the last ten years of my life.
I'm not going to go into further details. I'm just so fed up with her shit that it's not even worth it. Here's to not caring. Cheers, bitches.
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