16 years ago or so my sister had an affair with my husband. True fact. My parents, as I would expect them to, forgave her. So did I but I choose not to be around that freak of nature that also destroyed, in my watch, three other marriages and has been constantly unfaithful to her husband. This my parents don’t know.
It behooves me how my mother is always telling me how wonderful she is. I don’t want to hear about her. I want to close that chapter of my book. She and my now ex-husband, destroyed two families and yet it appears to me my mother is completely either in denial or does this to hurt me.
How do you tell a mother to shut the funk up and that you don’t want to hear about the devil in Prada ??
My parents are in their 80’s. Dad just had a major stroke. I can’t upset my mother by telling her how I feel, because likely she will tell dad and dad is just not in that zone. He just wants to focus on getting better.
That Devil also took away the dog I loved that Dad said he would care for when I lost everything and didn’t have a place to keep him. My Yeller. Now her husband.. yes he stayed with her through this because he is madly in love with her… smiled and said he turned my dog into a needy one that won’t leave him alone.
Oh my… no wonder they are together. But better yet, he tells me he sleeps with the dog without my sister.
I don’t know how to cut this tie. If I refuse to show up to all the family events, my parents get upset. But if I do show up I feel ill. I don’t hate my sister. That is too much of an emotion. I just don’t want to be around someone who is toxic and has caused my children to bring up the pain of a marriage that died over a sister and father who had no desire to understand the final consequences of their actions.
I understand my parents still loving her. She is their daughter. But I don’t feel it is fair that I am expected to love her and hang around with her. And I don’t think it’s fair that I can no longer be honest about my true feelings… that I so prefer to keep her away from me. I want those who I trust and love and do same back around me. I spent years as a bulimic eating the mean ones up and throwing them up. Bullies, mean people, controlling people.
Proud to say that I am not doing that… but yet… there are other things that may bring me to wonder… why… I do what I do.