Well, I'm back, and I'm private. At least for a while.
My sister and I really had it out over the post. She told me to be honest and tell all of you she isn't a bitch.
I told he if I was honest, that is not what I would be saying.
So anyway. She came to my son's party, and while the party and the fun was in back-- my sister sat in the front yard and never said more than word to me or my family.
Only those you love can hurt you so, they just know how. But of course in the long run, all it did was embarrass herself and let people know just how she can be.
I am going private as not to hurt and and to still be able to write about her. I thought of changing my blog address, starting over, what ever. Then I decided I would just go private for a bit.
So now that we have a private room --- NO PANTS --- well that's how I'm comfortable any way!
I have so much I want to write about -- and lots of pictures to share!
Soon.... my lovelies... soon. But I do want you all to know, if I didnt love my sister, this wouldnt hurt so much.
7 comments:
Ain't it the truth...if you didn't care...pft...whatever.
You know how much respect and affection we all have for you, Mouse. A big part of that comes, at least speaking for myself, from your honesty. I'm sorry, for her sake, that your sister has more trouble facing facts.
No pants! No pants!
BTW, did you write that song? Holy cats!
Hello there - glad you didn'y just disappear...
No pants?
But what about...healthypants? Are they allowed?
*smiles*
Mouse, I empathize with you. My sister and I have been through some really bad times, too. One time in an acting class--years after my sister and I had a falling out--my teacher said to talk about it.
Well, I thought I was all over it by then, but wouldn't you know it? I started crying, right there in the middle of class. (I guess it's good that I can access my emotions that easily--but geez!)
It's surprising how much our siblings can hurt us--they do now how to push our buttons, don't they?
Well, my thoughts and prayers are with you...
Damn, she's not being nice at all. I can't get my brother to read my blog...maybe I should be glad of that.
Work blocks pictures on certain blogs...yours included. Now I'm curious...
When I went to jail,my brothers didn't skip a beat!
They sold all my stuff to buy dope.
Perhaps there's some room for reconciliation between you and sis.
It hurts so much because you love her - only those we love have that power and it works both ways - hope it gets sorted...
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