Every once and awhile I begin to think about my sister and our relationship, or rather lack thereof. We were not close growing up at all. Every chance imaginable publicly humiliate me she ran with, i.e: making fun of me countless times at pools for my in-betweenie belly button, removing the socks I put in my training bra at slumber parties, and mocking pretty much anything that was possible about my innate awkwardness. She will still to this day recount the story of how I got to shave my legs at 10 years of age when she had to wait until 14… that I supposedly manipulated mom into letting me since I cried telling her that I felt like a hairy monster. I would lay on my mom’s bed for hours and we would talk and cuddle. In fact when I was 4 years old I was laying with her when I started reading my first book (Dr. Suess’s “Put me in the zoo”). I remember clear as day her telling me “things were great (with mom) until you came around!”. Since my mom and I always have had such an incredibly close relationship this obviously is an elephant in the room never addressed or discussed in our 30 year long dysfunctional relationship. We had a mutual best friend who was right in the middle of our age gap (my sister is 4 years older than I) and she despised that. I cannot even count the number of times when she forcibly would push me out of her room and scream at me. Sibling rivalry to the extreme.
I was a bridesmaid at her wedding and after she was married we seemed to get along so much better, but this was temporary. I got older and veered away from what they refer to as “the Truth”. She was my matron of honor and when I became a mother too I still rarely saw her or was a part of her children’s lives anymore. She is still very involved in the religion that I more or less want no part of. Hereby making me “bad association” even though I was never kicked out or ever disassociated myself publicly renouncing it. Now that I have become involved with someone from my past who was a big part of my sister and brother in laws life (we both were there the night they got engaged even) it has brought back all these negative memories and feelings. I buried this all away deciding that if she views me as dead to her than I will view her that way as well; however these old fossils have excavated themselves. I want so much to air everything out in the hopes of building a new foundation and she will not allow me even acquiesce the thought.
Every time I reach out to her I get denied and I become exceedingly more bitter. The culmination in my shutting my heart off was this story: One time when I was still only separated from my husband our son became violently ill throwing up nonstop and I was petrified at the thought of dehydration as he kept vomiting when there was nothing in this stomach. I was driving him to the hospital’s urgent care frantic and urgently trying to get ahold of my now ex husband, my mom, my dad, my best friend, and then in a last ditch effort I decided to call her. My brother in law answered the phone hearing me in hysterics and said he would have her call me once she was done blow drying her hair. I could barely see the road as I was crying so hard hyperventilating fearful of my sons life and the fact that I would be alone yet again for another ER trip. She calls me back and I can barely talk but I beg her to meet me there for moral support… her reply was callous and cold-blooded. Apparently she had organized a baby or wedding shower for someone in their congregation and was running late since it was in Bradenton so she wouldn’t have time. Now Bradenton is about a hour north of them but halfway between where she lives in Venice and I do in Sarasota- She would be passing right by me on the road and refused to meet me there. I plead one more time (still sobbing) to please just stop by for 10 minutes and give me a hug while Lincoln and I wait to be seen in the waiting room. Did this happen? No. That was the day I realized how detached she was to not care or have compassion in the tiniest shred.
The rift between us seems bigger than the Grand Canyon and I don’t know how to traverse it. Sometimes I wonder if the damage can ever can be repaired, and it breaks my heart into smithereens just thinking about it.