All The Small Things

GM and I are still disgustingly happy and spending much time gazing adoringly into each others eyes, which, I’m sure you’ll agree is as boring as bat shit to read about. 

(NB: This in no way means that you’ll never have to wade through another post on this subject, merely that I am writing on something else this evening.)

  

So this week I have found myself missing my little sister.

 

Which is odd, because I never see her anyway. And when I do see her she just stabs me malevolently with her pointy sharp serrated eyeball knives.

 

Perhaps I am just used to the fires of hatred that she keeps burning just for me… and now that she’s moved to the other side of this little blue planet, I’m missing the radiant warmth that that provided.

 

The issue is I guess that she moved away and nothing was resolved before she left. I wasn’t invited to her going away party, then we had a family dinner on the last night, to which I was invited under sufferance. Realistically, I was invited because it would have upset my grandparents if I wasn’t. It was made very clear to me that I was not welcome there.

 

My sister didn’t speak to me all night, instead sitting beside Mr. D. and Shell, who had invited themselves along.  Actually Mr. D. was invited, Shell invited herself along. Along with her son, who proceeded to jump all over my grandparents, sit on my sisters knee and basically knock Nicky out of the road wherever possible. Little Brat.

 

I was so shirty that they had come along. Mr. D., ok. I can see that. He knows all my family, and they love him. Shell? She’s an insecure, water retaining, overly fertile, contraception deficient, hormonal fool. Ok, so she’s friends with my sister. She should have gone to the going away party, not the family dinner. And her brat? I would have cheerfully taken him out to the car park and let him play in the traffic. Nicky shouldn’t have to compete with his fat little boof head for the attention of her grandparents and great-grandparents. I’m sure his own family think that the sun shines out of him, but all I can see is an overfed, overindulged, personality deficient, not particularly bright, attention seeking oxygen thief.

 

And yeah, I am feeling a bit harsh tonight. I can remember a time when I thought that they were both great, and I was happy to have them along to family things. Ahh, the halcyon days before she grew a foetus and horns, and before he started calling Mr. D. Dad.

 

What was my point? Right you are. So this dinner was an exercise in awkwardness. My sister fawned all over Shell, whilst pointedly ignoring me. Ok, Ok, I get it. You hate my guts. You don’t need to grease up to Shell to rub it in.

 

She did give me a very half hearted kiss goodbye when she left, however, this was negated by her then moving on to Mr. D. and Shell and falling apart and having a big showy sob over how much she was going to miss them. Puh – leese.

  

A bright moment in an otherwise depressing week with her leaving was that she dropped off a heap of stuff at Mum and Dads, including a big photo frame, full of pictures of her friends and *shock* her family.

 

Including two photos of me.

 

Never ever ever did I think that I would see my sister with photos of me. She had three big photo boards on her wall at my mum and dads when she lived there, and I wasn’t on any of them. In some cases, she’d cut me out of the photos, in others, she’d tacked someone else over the top of me.

 

So I was very pleasantly surprised to see myself on there. It made me think that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t hate me as much as she says that she does.

 

But of course, now she’s gone and I won’t get to see her for another twelve months, let alone be able to talk to her about the ifs and how-much-es of her hatred for me.

  

It upsets me knowing that there won’t be any sort of resolution to this situation for that long.

 

So yeah, this week I’m missing my sister.

 

I do hope that her trip is everything that she wishes for it to be, and that the Japanese feed her some sort of mystical cookie that heals her heart and soul, whatever it is that ails her.