flashbackfriday: my sister, a whore

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in this picture, my sister is not a whore. she is merely a tiny human being of whom i was rather fond at the time. i could make her do things. we could go on adventures. we slept in the same room until i was in middle school. by the time she went to middle school our relationship became more and more tenuous. it was hanging on by a thread.

we moved here when she was in kindergarten. i think this might be the root of her whoredom. now, i want to take this opportunity to say i'm not implying that she sleeps around with super a lot of guys by my choice of vocab. i really don't know what she does with her vagina. i'm implying that her soul is a whore. she's got the soul of a dirty, dirty whore. and that's not to insult whores, that's the angry word i chose to embody my completely founded and justified angry, angriness at that whore. i'm not sure if you're aware of the fact that texas is like a whore training ground. this part of texas is full to the brim of whores. now, ladies who live here, i want to excuse you non-whore because there are some of those as well. we still like you. forever.

i could go into detail about every little thing she's done. i don't even mind all the sistery things that've come between us. stealing my tv countless times could be forgiven if only i could find something to like about her that overcame the avalanche of shit that falls on my mind every time she barges her way back into my brain. if only i could let go of the pretentious bullshit that spews from her every orifice. i guess i'm just not the bigger sister here.

i know when it happened. we were friends when we were little. we were inseparable. we held hands while falling asleep, her hand would involuntarily gently clench mine making tiny movement letting me know i could drift off myself. we would devise "diets" when my horrible grandmother told us we were fat. i would braid her hair or put it in a pony when my mother always got it wrong.

then one day she looked at me as if i was something to be ashamed of, she somehow decided that i was less than. i was not to emulated. i was a person she could no longer be affiliated with and she shut me out. she shut me out and has not looked back. it was funny, one time my brother, chuck, one of my sister's friends and my sister were all playing a board game, drinking and my brother and i were on the same team. it was fun, i loved it. then a week later, a week, she corners me in a car and tells me i've always been mean to her since she was little, my brother and i were acting like assholes and she "usually cuts assholes out of her life." of course then i said, "then why don't you do it?"

in the interest of family harmony, my mother begs us to be friends. she begs me to cut her some slack. and there are times when we can get along. we can stand to be near. and i really, truly do want to be friends with her. i do. i thought if we went to therapy, with an unbiased third party, we could begin to heal our differences. but ya know what? yeah. my sister's "always at work" twenty four hours a fuckin' day. so fuck that.

ha! this is such a happy funny post, i bet you're kicking yourselves now, arncha? that's why i just stick to calling her a whore. because now i do sound like an asshole. you're mumbling it under your breath. when you meet her, then we'll talk. aren't we just the cutest???? I KNOW!