sister dear
I finally got to talk to my sister Robin now that she is home from the hell that is Iraq. An hour and a half long phone conversation, no less. It was like reconnecting with an old friend, it wasn't difficult to find things to say to her. I haven't seen her though in ages, and I invited her and her friend Nikki over for some good old fashioned food and Wii. I think they will take me up on it this time. I have invited them both over in the past only to be disappointed.
I love my sisters, even my strange wayward one. I think she feels rejected at times, but it's mostly because we don't know how to deal with her. One moment she absolutely needs you and then the next she hasn't called in over six months. She owes me money, but I told her that if she would participate in my life more that I would consider the loan a gift. Unsurprisingly she didn't take that offer. I don't know if she's lazy, confused or what.
She has taken to wearing extreme amounts of make up. Now those of you who know the women in my family know we like our make up. That is a Zupon trait or something. I have been wearing it religiously since I was ten, but even as early as seven my mother was putting it on me. Now Robin has taken it to a new level. It is garish. On Easter she came dressed up with fake hair and eyelashes and a shirt that resembled a nighty to Olive Garden. I cringe to think of what she wears for evening attire.
I wish I had formal training in counseling to know what she was going through. Or a shrink to talk to about it, for that matter. All I know is that she must be masking something. Hence the pot smoking and binge drinking.
Perhaps if she actually shows up next Tuesday I can tell her how much I love her and want the best for her. I don't want to put her on the offensive though. Such a thin wire. Robin! Why do you make me worry?
I love my sisters, even my strange wayward one. I think she feels rejected at times, but it's mostly because we don't know how to deal with her. One moment she absolutely needs you and then the next she hasn't called in over six months. She owes me money, but I told her that if she would participate in my life more that I would consider the loan a gift. Unsurprisingly she didn't take that offer. I don't know if she's lazy, confused or what.
She has taken to wearing extreme amounts of make up. Now those of you who know the women in my family know we like our make up. That is a Zupon trait or something. I have been wearing it religiously since I was ten, but even as early as seven my mother was putting it on me. Now Robin has taken it to a new level. It is garish. On Easter she came dressed up with fake hair and eyelashes and a shirt that resembled a nighty to Olive Garden. I cringe to think of what she wears for evening attire.
I wish I had formal training in counseling to know what she was going through. Or a shrink to talk to about it, for that matter. All I know is that she must be masking something. Hence the pot smoking and binge drinking.
Perhaps if she actually shows up next Tuesday I can tell her how much I love her and want the best for her. I don't want to put her on the offensive though. Such a thin wire. Robin! Why do you make me worry?