The holidays were rough this year, my sister was a bully and my younger sister defended her. I feel stronger though. This is the year Christmas died. The name calling, the put downs and general dislike for me, it won. I can’t fight anymore. Ironic, in that at one point in my life I was called, “Christmas crack” and “ms clays.” Those are titles that belong in my past. I fought every year to have a voice, to be heard and to not be put down. The hypocrites, call me names, put me down and pinch me. For what? For spending money? Money that in the end they also spend. Money that I don’t care if they spend or not. Ah. I’m done. I hate to say this, honestly I do. But if anything ever happens to me, If anyone ever finds this, if someone reads this?
You never helped and you never made it easy. You bullied me for years. You never invited me into your life. You never invited me anywhere. Sister trips, sister weekends, sister bonding- you never made me feel like a sister.
You both made it very clear that you didn’t want me around. You took every chance to put me down. You took every chance to defend each other.
The world may see you both as hero’s, but I know you for what you are. You are the biggest hypocrites I know and you killed me.
