All The Small Things

Mood: Dark and Stormy... like the weather
Listening to: Stormy Weather

Some very bad taste jokes for you to start with...

Santa to the attractive lady... "Would you like to see the North Pole??"

(Think about that for a minute... Then say it again in a dirty old man voice - which is how my brother delivered it. Drinks were coming out noses.)

Bingo call sure to make your Nanna blush:

69, Sixty Nine, Dinner for Two...

(There were double takes on that one... We weren't sure we'd heard him right!)

 

Dinner tonight with the family. My sister who hates me was there. She bought along her new boyfriend to introduce him to the family. I used to go to school with him. Tink - you will remember him as the brother of one of the teachers. They didn't arrive until year 10 or 11? Three Brothers.

Anyway, I'm sure her plot was to introduce him to us in a setting where we couldn't be ourselves... or more to the point, where she didn't have to be herself.

It was so contrived and insincere. I couldn't stomach it and left. I can handle her abusing me (Yes Tink - your admonishment is still ringing in my ears regarding this...) I CAN handle her abusing me. I can handle her abusing my Dad and I. I can handle her avoiding us. I can even handle her being nice to us in front of my Grandparents in order to maintain their view of her and save their feelings - in this I guess I am a co-conspiritor. I don't wish to harm them any more than she does. Her only desire is to harm Dad and I.

However, I will not sit idly by and allow her to play happy families to impress her new beau. Bugger that.

The one thought that kept running through my mind through the first part of dinner was that the whole situation was lacking in integrity.

She has no integrity to behave the way that she does. That sounds harsh doesn't it. But nevertheless, thats the way I feel right now.

And I don't think that there is any integrity in allowing that sort of behaviour to happen. So I left. I never gave a toss what the bloke thought of me in High School, so the sooner he realises that we are all quite, quite mad the better it will be all round.

It almost makes me hope that he comes for Christmas. And my uncle shows up and has too much to drink, and starts a fight with someone, anyone and all hell breaks loose (this has never actually happened - the fighting bit anyway!). Just to see my sisters face would be priceless.

Sigh. Leaving acheived nothing though. I escaped the farce, but in doing so probably upset my Grandparents. I'm going to see them tomorrow, to explain. What I should have done is confront her, but we were out for my Grandparents wedding anniversary, so I thought that would be inappropriate.

Damn families.

Oh - and do you remember the last time my darling sister rang and abused me?? Well, interesting thing happened on Friday at the pub by candlelight.

Ran into the young man who had apparently said to my sister that I had said something quite derogatory about her... which I hadn't for the record.

Obviously after the abuse that I had copped over it, including a request that I "...never ever tell anyone that we are related." I wasn't very keen to speak to him. He works at the butchers, and was sitting with Gypsy and the other lads. As I mentioned in the last post, I sat around talking to them for ages. But this particular guy I wasn't talking to. He'd try, and I'd give as small a reply as I could manage. I wasn't rude rude, I just wasn't friendly. The other boys noticed, with Richie in particular ragging me about it. "What are you in such a bad mood for??" "Watch out boys, she's on the warpath" "I've never seen you like this! Settle down sweetheart!!" His over-acted over-reactions made us all laugh, however, it wasn't long until the lad in question asked me what was going on.

I said, you know whats going on.

He said, do you have the shits with me?

I said, yes.

He said, why?

I said, you should know why.

He said, look obviously whatever it is that I've done, or you think I've done, was really bad, and I'm really really sorry. I've only met you once or twice, but I always thought you were a lovely chick, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Wharever it is I'm sorry.

I said, you really don't know why I'm cross with you?

He said, no, I don't. I really don't. And the look on his face was so forlorn and sincere that I believed him.

I said, I was told that you said something to my sister that I didn't appreciate, that got me into a lot of trouble.

He said, I never said anything to your sister. Again the look of confusion, sincerity and wobegone-ity.

It became obvious to me as the conversation went on that he hadn't said a damn thing to my sister about me. He really is a lovely bloke, his girlfriend is a lovely girl, and they are both about as down to earth country as you can get. No crap.

I apologised to him, and after I'd explained why I'd been so cross, and why he had been the target of that, and he had again repeated that he had had no part in anything of that sort, we had a drink together and renewed what had been a budding mateship. But I also asked that he never mention my name around my sister, for the just in case!

Two things about this situation.

One: I have been nursing a bit of a grudge against this fella since my sister cracked it at me. I was non-committally rude to him, in public. (And I must be getting better at that, cos he noticed!) But he didn't deserve it, and we needn't have gone through it. I could have potentially lost the friendship of a lovely couple.

Two: My sister either lied to me just so she could abuse me, or she lied to me and used the name of a person that she knew I would see again in order to disrupt the usually happy fabric of my life here in Sassville. Either way, she lied. In order to make me miserable.

How does one deal with a sibling so hell bent on making one's life difficult?