Well - two down, one to go!
Hmmm... Not sure exactly what the story is but I haven't heard a word from my sister whose birthday it was last week. I know she was in Fiji with my sister that-won't-talk-to-me and her boyfriend on her birthday. And I sent her a message to her mobile, on her birthday, knowing that she wouldn't receive it until she got back into the country; which, according to mumsy, was going to be Friday or Saturday just gone. And I saw her name on a poster and sent her a cheeky message again on Saturday.
I am a little concerned 'cause I have had no response to the birthday wishes nor the cheek. Not a LOL or a chuckle - naught!
Now I am paranoid and worried that my sister who-won't-talk-to-me has managed, somehow, to evilly influence her and make her not talk to me either!
Ah no!!!
Sisters. I tell you what - none would be better than the bloody trouble-makers I have on my hands. And that, right there, is where the problem lies. They are not mine. I do not have to handle them. It is not my responsibility what they do with their lives, who they sleep with, what makes them happy. I am just able to love them and listen to their tales, short and tall, and be grateful to be loved by such precious and beautiful people. All this would be perfect if only I could keep from butting into their lives and taking over when things aren't working out (in my opinion) for the best.
Poor girls. And as for the one who-doesn't-talk-to-me, well I don't blame her one bit. If she wants to divorce herself from the family, in order to gain and maintain a little of her own space, all glory to her. I did the same - and I was a little older, so she is certainly a quicker learner than I was - and it has done wonders for me. I admit there were a lot of hurt feelings when I buggered off to explore myself as well.
But I would like to defend some of my position by saying that I didn't yell at people and abuse their boyfriends on my way off to me. I didn't say creepy things to my siblings like, "Xyz and I (or, indeed, Me myself and I) are going to have children and then we'll be a family and I won't need you!" Very nasty and very final.
I would like not to worry about her relationship, I mean xyz seems like a lovely guy, quite laid back and tolerant of our crazy family, but this is her first boyfriend. Hmmmm.... And I don't want her to get hurt.
Oh well. Perhaps if I question the mothering skills of my last communicating sister one last time, I shall have a hatrick!
I am a little concerned 'cause I have had no response to the birthday wishes nor the cheek. Not a LOL or a chuckle - naught!
Now I am paranoid and worried that my sister who-won't-talk-to-me has managed, somehow, to evilly influence her and make her not talk to me either!
Ah no!!!
Sisters. I tell you what - none would be better than the bloody trouble-makers I have on my hands. And that, right there, is where the problem lies. They are not mine. I do not have to handle them. It is not my responsibility what they do with their lives, who they sleep with, what makes them happy. I am just able to love them and listen to their tales, short and tall, and be grateful to be loved by such precious and beautiful people. All this would be perfect if only I could keep from butting into their lives and taking over when things aren't working out (in my opinion) for the best.
Poor girls. And as for the one who-doesn't-talk-to-me, well I don't blame her one bit. If she wants to divorce herself from the family, in order to gain and maintain a little of her own space, all glory to her. I did the same - and I was a little older, so she is certainly a quicker learner than I was - and it has done wonders for me. I admit there were a lot of hurt feelings when I buggered off to explore myself as well.
But I would like to defend some of my position by saying that I didn't yell at people and abuse their boyfriends on my way off to me. I didn't say creepy things to my siblings like, "Xyz and I (or, indeed, Me myself and I) are going to have children and then we'll be a family and I won't need you!" Very nasty and very final.
I would like not to worry about her relationship, I mean xyz seems like a lovely guy, quite laid back and tolerant of our crazy family, but this is her first boyfriend. Hmmmm.... And I don't want her to get hurt.
Oh well. Perhaps if I question the mothering skills of my last communicating sister one last time, I shall have a hatrick!