9am meeting a success! All other meeting cancelled one at a time. Life doesn’t get better than this.
The other day I mentioned how someone reminded me of my little sister. Actually both of my little sisters. Sir said, you have sisters?
Yup, I haven’t spoke to either of them in a decade and have no intention of starting now.
When I was about 12, my great grandmother called my mom out of the blue. We went to her house and she sat me down with some of the best tea and baked goods I’ve ever had and showed me a picture of my sisters. One was his new wives one was there’s together.
She thought I had a right to know and since she was in her nineties didn’t really care what anyone else thought.
I had a good relationship with the older of the 2, the little one was always guarded and jealous.
When I was around 16 I went to visit. My sister told me that my grandmothers boyfriend was abusing her for years and no one believed her. Within the year it came out he had over 50 charges against him in at least 3 states. A child with a 13 year old and had also abused all of my cousins. My littlest sister would never admit to it, but she had stayed there the most. So when the rest of the family came forward the cops were called. I returned for the trial and held her hand the entire time.
My step mother was convinced that i wanted money. I worked, I was used to being poor. The deal was, my mom takes me, she gets no support. That was the agreement and I’m glad of it. As messed up as she was, he was 100x’s worse.
My father and I got into a fight. My sister married a man in his thirties when she was 15. We lost touch for a while. After our father died I tried to reach out to her. We spoke and visited once. I invited her to my wedding. She said yes and I never heard or saw her again.
The littler one pops up randomly, always looking for money. She never has the balls to call me, only our cousins.
Turned out he died leaving them millions. They blew it all inside of 5 years. They hurt me more than I could ever say, with the lies and stories they tell about me.
They once said I was a drug addict living in the streets. Then the next year I was married and had 3 sons and never told anyone. Wow I really turned my life around😱 and all by the time j was 20!
So yes I have sisters, no I don’t like them. He died and they never told me. I found out 10 days later, through a second cousin. The first thing I did was book a flight to see if they were ok, not realizing that they were trying to keep it from me. That was the last time I saw them.
So I don’t mention my sisters.