kiwi_submissive
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Total lack of support from friends.
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I pride myself on being a very compassionate, loving and accepting human being... but sometimes there are boundries that some people just need to have drawn.
His shit is HIS shit... my shit is MY shit. I have no expectation that if for some reason that I shit in my hand that it would be appropriate to shove it up any one elses ass... so NO, he does not get to look at me with those expectant desperate sobbing eyes that there is a welcome sign for his shit anywhere near my ass! His expectations of me "taking his shit"...are well...shitty! My final thoughts to him.. Don't know what you are going to do with your shit because no one else wants it either? Go ahead and EAT IT!
Whew.
Thank you for that ... Peace and love to all of you beautiful people.


Phone call home to one of my sisters...oh sorry, as I am reminded by both of them often, half sisters...like F says, 'why do you do this to yourself?.Guess it is my optomism getting the better of me.
Catalina![]()

I'm so sorry Catalina, as I deal with folks like that constantly, I feel for you.
*HUGS*
FF
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This whole thing sounded far too familiar. I have 3 half sisters and two half brothers... my sisters are from my dad's first marriage and my brothers from my mother's second. The 'half' has never been an issue with my brothers, never ever comes up but... with with my sisters. They are quick to point it out at every opportunity. I can understand the hurt that comes from that and the continued optimism that it will one day change
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Try to not let it get to me, but what makes it difficult for me is my daughter and granddaughter are still in Oz, and you would hope they could count on my sisters being there even if only for local family connections....but apparently that is too much to expect. Sheesh, when my daughter had her operation late last year, which left her very upset and permanently scarred, this sister visited her in the hospital (as she works there) and all she could do was bitch about her and is still bitching about her. When she visited, my daughter had just seen the damage from the operation and was in tears, as was the nurse with her...my sister pretended she wasn't crying, didn't ask why, and then told me she didn't ask or acknowledge it because it was embarrassing and likely just my daughter over reacting and wanting some sympathy.![]()
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I don't think it will change. We all grew up in the same house, everyone thought my father was also their father because he treated them like his own children (in fact he paid for one to go overseas and bought the other a brand new car, which he never did either thing or close to for me, nor did I expect him to), but for some reason because their father had died when they were 1 and 2, I deserved to be paid out on for them not having a living father, and our mother marrying my father and having me. As my eldest sister often points out, 'well, we are full sisters, you are only a half sister....we need to maintain a strong relationship because we both had the same father and are real sisters'. Sad thing is, despite that view, they both bitch to me about each other from time to time, don't trust each other, and are completely opposite people to each other....but they are 'real' sisters.They even refused to come to F and my wedding...probably for the best though as they didn't think I should get remarried to anyone even after 15 + years on my own raising my children single handed. You can choose your friends, but not your family.
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Sadly, I don’t think it will ever change either and I often wonder why I bother. I guess what it simply boils down to in my case is… they are still family (even if it rarely feels like it). Reading about your relationship with your sisters and the dynamics got me thinking and I realized perhaps I was lucky in not having grown up in the same house together. By the time my dad and mom married and I came along they were out of the house already. I use to wonder if things would have been easier had we ‘grown-up’ together but came to realize I really don’t think it would have mattered. In fact, after reading how things were for you, it may have made things even more difficult. They were unhappy with my father marrying my mother from the get go and I was the icing on the cake so to speak. Things have come a long way over the years but that really isn’t saying much.
I had to chuckle a little at the “real sisters” thing as I have heard that one myself and much like your sisters, mine often use me as an ear to hear them rail about each other. Hmm actually, I can’t remember the last time they were all speaking to each other. If that is part of being a member of the real sisters club I’d rather pass.I do find it horrid that they refused to come to your wedding, even if it was for the best. Not because their presence was so important but because they seemed to begrudge you the happiness you had found. When I got married they didn’t refuse or oppose it but only one could make it because the other two, though only 3 hours away, were too busy.
Ah well, at least as I’ve gotten older I realize I don’t need the closeness like I thought I did when I was young. The moment I knew how our relationships would forever be defined was at a family gathering when I was about 13. My oldest sister said, come on let’s get a picture with just dad and his girls. They all gathered around him and when one of the relatives urged me forward, my youngest sister turned to see me standing there and said, oh we’ll take one of all of us in a bit but we want one of just us full sisters with him first. By the way, the one with all of us, never materialized.
Bleh, I hadn’t meant to go on so long. I must have had some pent up stuff I needed to let out lol. As you said, you can choose your friends but not your family and luckily I have been very blessed with the former. As well as two terrific brothers. This has made me curious though… could it be a female thing? Hmm…


LOL, it has the power to make blood boil and having a place to vent is good. A psychiatrist told my mother when I was 13 (she was 21), she needed to kick the sister I was talking to this week out of the house as she was not only making me a nervous wreck (I started each day with throwing up, and was on sleeping pills, anxiety pills, and depression medication trying to cope), she was also making life hell for everyone else. My mother couldn't do it, and I can understand that.
Apart from this same sister at one time when I was around 7 threatening to kill me and actually in the process with an electrical cord around my neck when my mother returned and she stopped and pretended she had been in her room sleeping, but I found out a couple of years ago that the other one had covered up an incident way back when I was 5 to protect her 'real' sister. I received my one and only belting from my father because real sister had bitten heself up and down both arms and told my parents I had done it. I always thought she had been alone in this, but found out my other sister had seen what she was doing, but says she could not tell on her to save me getting a belting because she couldn't betray her real sister and break their bond.But to hear them tell it now, they are the ones who have been abused and missed out.
Life goes on...and F still does not get why I am not keen on moving back there and being in the same country...seems too close for my liking.
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LOL.