I never realized that my sister had it too until recently when she turned on me. I confronted her about yelling at her husband, "I hate you!" "I want to kill you!" She said these things to me and over the phone--in front of her three year old. Looking back, she had all the symptoms, but she really only got super bad in the past year or so. She is now nearing 40. I'm so upset to realize that my torment is not over. When my father died, I felt relieved. I know that sounds bad, but I felt I'd been liberated. He was sick and no one could help him. Now I see I have my sister to deal with. My family is falling apart. I can't stand to be around her and her family. The poor kids are obviously suffering and her husband refuses to leave or separate. It's like watching my childhood all over again.
My problem is, if I issue a no contact rule with her, won't that just worsen her feelings of abandonment and inadequacy? I don't want to make her worse! I don't want anyone at home to suffer more!
I'm mourning the loss of her and feel guilty for refusing to bow down to her. She sends me e-mails that show absolutely no concern for me. She insists that my dad's disorder was no big deal and that I am so screwed up. I'm working on an MS in Grief Counseling--I realize these all just defensive mechanisms, but how do I ever enjoy a Christmas or Thanksgiving with my sisters again? I desparately don't want to lose contact with my neices and nephews!!!
Thank you, God, for this support group! I just found out about it today!!
I wanted to share my poem with someone who would understand:
Dear Sister
A letter you could not tolerate
A shame to live this way
Regrets everywhere, my mind fills with despair
Yet no other way can there be
You mad at me
I broken-hearted for you
I must be against you
I must hurt you
Hurt you with my honest silence
Bring up your wound by standing my ground
Give into you no more can I do
I'd be lost through and through
I want deliverance from this raging plague
An illness so insidious, none can cure
Debating you will never work
Nothing I can do but pray
Nothing I can do but hurt
Nothing I can do but hope
But hope dies quickly when the sick sees no need for cure
Lost forever, I fear you are
Another victim of shame's harsh grip
You never were the best sister
But I never wanted the best sister
I only wanted you,
You, the one who has always been perfectly capable, perfectly admired, and perfectly PERFECT.
I wish I could go back and find you as you were
I'd go back and demand more.
Thanks!
JB