When my sister was born, the first thing my parents did was ship me off to my grandmothers house for a week. Now let me quickly explain grandmas house, umm think of the 70's television show Sanford and Son and then triple it. She was a hoarder, yes just like the shows that are on television plus she smoked and the house had a constant cloud of smoke. How nice to breathe everyday. My reward for having a new sister was not to go and see her at the hosptial or even know what was going on, it was a skateboard and a puppy.
When I finally did get to go home and see both my mother and my new sister, i was 9 years old and at first i wasnt allowed to hold her, feed her or help my mom. I was told "you could hurt her". Then after about a year, my mom went back to work, then all of the sudden i was forced to babysit, do the dishes, clean the house and take over most of what my mother did. My dad worked midnights and my mom worked close at Mcdonalds, she did not get home until 1 or 2 in the morning and i was required to stay awake until she came home, then had to get up for school at 6 am. WTF are you kidding me. When i did fall asleep, i was scolded and grounded.
I enjoyed my sister and love her so much, i just resent how my parents let us bond. My mother has never said she was sorry for robbing me of my childhood to become a mini-mom. I will tell you more about what my mother has done with the relationship between me and my sister in future posts. It seems she is only happy when we aren't getting along and does what she can to keep us fighting.
Luckily Me and my sister have started really talking and realized that my mother was the problem with our relationship. I love having my sister back and all the talks that we have now, it is very enjoyable and i look forward to spending time with her, as long as mom stays out of it.
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