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Lolcats and funny picturesIf only it were that easy....My sister's graduation from her dental assisting class was yesterday. Her father was there (
we only share a mother), along with the guy (
I can't remember who off hand) that drove him to get there.
The sister from her father and another woman was there, with that sister's boyfriend, and their two daughters.
And, my nephew and I were there... my sis drove us.
I thought the graduation itself was beautiful.
Until a few hours afterward.
To begin, she asked me to take pics of the whole thing with her new digital camera, that I have
absolutely no experience with. Much blurriness. Much bad lighting. A few good pics of her, but many bad in general.
Why did I accept doing it? Because my sister asked me too, and I'm trying to make her happy. And, I did the best I could.
Of course, that didn't stop her from giving me that "you're a complete ass-I'm so disappointed" sigh every time she looked at the blurred pics when the ceremony was over... oh, and telling me that I took pics of people she didn't care about.
Nice sis. Ya' could have told me who to try to get pics of
before the whole thing started, but....
Next, in the truck, getting ready to go somewhere to eat after the grad, she says that everyone is so damn grouchy, or grumpy, or angry. What ever word she used at the time... I don't really remember.
The problem with that?
She was the only one in a bad mood.
Her sister was tired and didn't feel well. One of that sister' little girls wasn't feeling good either. They were sick. That's it.
No one was angry... or grouchy... or whatever... accept my sister, herself.
The dinner at a restaurant after was good, until the check came. My sister had told the staff that she would take care of the bill.
Her father and his friend ordered two beers each. Including food, the totals for each of them was around $18 ($36 total). They gave my sister a twenty-dollar bill each ($40 total) to cover their share.
When she, my nephew, and I got into the truck to leave, she did
much more than complain about the beers they drank, because the beer was "...the most expensive thing on the menu (
her words)."
Ya... um... didn't your father and his friend
pay you more than their totals were worth? When they passed the twenties to you, directly in front of me, I could have
sworn that they did pay for it... but, okay. I must be hallucinating.
Throughout the entire time, from the beginning of her graduation, my sister did nothing but complain about no one being there, and how crappy it was, and how her high school graduation was just like that... and... oh my fragging gosh!
I couldn't even
go to my high school graduation.
I didn't have family
in my life at all during my high school graduation.
I couldn't even get the cap and gown I had paid for, because since I couldn't make it, they were resold with a no refund policy, and I'm lucky that I was able to have my diploma sent to me for my graduation!
But, sure sis. Even though there were people that cared about you who made it to each of the graduations you had, there was no one there, and they both sucked.
And, those were the the
good points for yesterday.
On the drive home, my sis and I got into our first major brother-sister fight since being in each other's lives again.
Don't worry... the only things I'll say about it is that, she tried to be a spoiled brat toward me, and there was no way in hell that I was going to going to let her walk all over me like I was one of her ex-boyfriends.
Well, okay... one more thing about it. Since we've been back in each other's lives, she's told me over and over, in great detail, how she's helped to end her past boyfriend-girlfriend relationships by acting spoiled, and giving orders. That is what she tried to do with me.
My sister has the attitude of a spoiled brat. I just didn't know how much of one until last night.
Of course, we made up before getting into Rome. At least, I thought so, after she called me to tell me she got home safely, and swore to call me today so we could talk about things.
It's three minutes 'till midnight as I'm typing this sentence. She hasn't called yet. You don't have to work in a nuclear lab to figure out why.
Of course, when she does finally call, she'll act like it was no big deal, which it honestly wasn't. Brother's and sisters argue sometimes. That's just what happens once in a while.
But, in reality, she'll be hating the hell out of me because I dared to stand up to her, and try to make her fell like she did something wrong.
How do I know the way she's going to feel?
Because my sister, emotionally and mentally, is where I was eight years ago, in nearly every way.
Every time I look at her, I remember and hate the person I used to be.
And I want to help her, so she doesn't have to go through the things I did, so badly that it hurts like hell.
But there's not a damn thing I can do. Because, until she understands that it's her that needs to change, and not the rest of the world, there's no hope that she'll actually realize that she could use the help.
And, until she actually, and fully, understands that there's not a single person on this planet that was put here to make her happy, but that there will always be people around to give her real help when she needs it, no one will ever be able to.
Because I was exactly the same way.
I started typing this because I felt angry, and needed to vent someplace. Now, I think I really just want to cry.
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After going back to spell check, it's now about half-passed midnight, for anyone paying attention to when I state the time... so all this, now, happened two days ago.
I really need to go back to using Firefox to post. IE doesn't have the built in spell checker that I like to use... freakin' piece of < incoherent swearing under breath >.