Some sisters are overrated. I have three. I'm the oldest and because of my family circumstances have always felt responsible for them. For years I dutifully visited them. Even though I live 200+ miles awayAbout 15 years ago I used to wonder why I felt so unsettled after visiting one of them. It got so bad that I'd feel horrible for days. Then following one visit I realise that I didn't like her. Oh the relief I felt admitting it. I stopped going, I stopped ringing as often. She came to my children's weddings, she came to my 60th. We brushed along ok until my dad died. Then her and another sister tried to completely isolate the youngest. I confronted them. They messed up my dads funeral and didn't want me to have his ashes so I could carry out my promise to him to have a catholic blessing. I've never heared from them again. It doesn't even hurt. I do wonder if I would feel guilty if something happens to either of them but I'll have to live with that if it happens. In praise of sisters is my relationship with my youngest sister. She has always been there. She loves my children, I love hers. We cling to each other at times of bereavement. We ring each other almost daily. Somtimes more than once. Our husbands wonder what we talk about. We share big worries and small ones. It's such a comfort to know she will always be there. That we share all these past memories. We have very different tastes in almost every area and yet we are very alike. The best thing though is I trust her implicitly. She always has my best interest at heart. She's a great sister.
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