My sister has come to stay at our house for a few days, I am more pissed than I have been in a while over this. My mother's relationship with my sister has always been a sore spot with me. Ever since we were little kids my sister has gotten what ever she wanted, and even what I wanted along with that. There is that saying 'The sweaky wheel always gets the grease', well my sister must be drowning in the grease by now. My mother gives in to her all the time. There has never been a time when I felt equal to her in the help that she gets even though I am the 'better' child.

My sister dropped out of high school in ninth grade, has never held a job for more than a week, and basically just sponges off of everyone she can. I on the other hand, have had a job in one way or another since I was 16, pay my own bills (along with some of the household expenses) and never have been outrightly cruel to my mother. I say this last point not because I am always sugar and spice to my mom because sometimes I'm just a plain bitch. But my sister has in the past called my mother every name in the book, including 'cunt' which is possibly the worst thing you could call your mom. I mean seriously think about saying to your mother "you are a just a stupid cunt aren't you?" I could never do It, but I've heard that come out of my sister's mouth more than once. My mother had a restraining order on my sister at one point, after a particularly bad few days in which my sister literally punched her in the face, tried to strangle her, leaving horrible bruises and scratches down her neck and face, and asked her the question "what makes you think I won't kill you in your sleep?". This is my lovely sister.

So I think I am vindicated in hating her so much. Because it's not just my mother who she has hurt. Physically or emotionally she has abused everyone in the family. She has repeatedly told my step father, who I consider my dad, that she doesn't have to listen to him because he is not her real father. Growing up she was constantly hitting me, pinching me, putting me down for being a little heavy when she herself was significantly over weight. There are a few times in particular that I remember over the years. When I was about 5 or 6 our older sister was babysitting and we all wanted some ice cream but there was only enough for one bowl. But instead of splitting it between us, my middle sister got it all because it was just easier to give her what she wanted rather than have her screaming for hours. When I was in 8th grade she wanted to move to South Carolina with one of her friends but like always had no job or any money. So my mother bought her a plane ticket with the stern rule that she was going to work down there until she had made enough money to buy her ticket home. She was down there not 6 hours before the call came that she wanted to come home. She hated it, couldn't bare to stay there a second longer. So what did my mom do? Stick to her guns? No of course not. She put another plane ticket on the emergency credit card to bring my sister home. Shit like that happened all the time. She would screw up my mom would fix it. I would screw up and was expected to handle it on my own.

Among her many other sparkling talents my sister can also tell a lie to get out of anything. You can catch her in a lie and she'll just keep lying until A) you get so pissed you don't care anymore or B) she lies her way out of it. It's sad really. I think she actually believes her lies. Some of them anyway. She's been telling the same ones for so long I don't think she can even remember what the truth is.

My sister is also a cleptomaniac. I'm not kidding. She will take anything that isn't nailed down. When we were all living in the same house we had locks on our doors. I would keep everything I owned locked away in my room. I would do my laundry only when I could be there to do the whole cycle never letting it out of my sight because if she wanted one of my shirts she would have it if I left it unattended. She broke the lock on my door more times than I care to recall. She would literally go shopping in my room. I would come home and my door would be swinging freely and she'd be in her room listening to a pile of my cds on my cd player wearing my clothes. It was crazy! Once I slept over a friends house only to come home to her sleeping in my bed. Behind my locked door (I kept a dead bolt on the inside to keep her out when I was home as well) I couldn't even have my own bed. And her excuse? 'My room smells and I can't sleep in there" I was livid. She spent the next three months on the couch rather than clean her room. I came home from work one day after just having cashed my check, and put my bag on the table. I was in the living room watching tv, she was in the kitchen, with my bag. This was a rare thing I would normally have brought my purse up stairs and locked it away but I was tired. I had left the house at 6:45 that morning for school and then went straight to work until 9. I know we all did it. Poor me, but the point of the story is that she was stealing from my wallet. I walked into the kitchen and saw her with my money in her hand. When I asked her what the fuck she thought she was doing she lamely said 'I wanted to see if you had ID so I could take you out' I was 17 at the time. When I told my parents about this later that night my dad was furious. All my mom said was 'I'll pay you back on Thursday' I didn't want my mom's money I wanted my sister to learn a lesson. I wanted her to know that lying wasn't an option anymore. That sooner or later she was going to have to grow up. A few months later when my father and I finally couldn't take it anymore and forced my mom to kick her out, it was so nice to be able to leave my room unlocked, put money on the table and know it would be there when you got home. Leave laundry in the dryer for a few hours if I had to. Everyone felt like this, but I got scolded for saying it out loud. Of course.

Maybe I am better for it. Maybe it helped me grow up in a way that she never will. But that realization isn't going to make these next few days easier to deal with. Between the never ending phone calls that I'm sure she will be making about how horrible her life is and how she has no one that cares about her, all this said while she's talking on our phone in our house, eating our food and using our washer and dryer to do laundry that she stole from me over the years. I just feel like saying to her 'Yes poor you no one loves you or cares about you at all' My sister is 23 years old I wish with everything I have that my mother would just cut the fucking cord and make her grow up. Instead of bailing her out eveytime she wears out her welcome with which ever friend she is sponging off of this month.

Now I just want to say that I write all this not because I think I am perfect because lord knows I am far from it, but because I am sick and tired of sitting around and letting my sister get away with the shit she pulls. Plus I just needed to get some of this stuff off my chest and what better way than to type it out on my blog.