A tale of Two Sisters
Two women sit in separate communities having their morning coffee with their partners. They had both been to a social event the night before and are reviewing the night with their man.
The first woman had arisen at 5:45 am to go on her daily 6 km walk first thing in the morning. She has returned, showered, and is ready to take on the day. Her breakfast consists of home-made jam on home-made bread. She would have had cornmeal muffins but they are still in the oven warming the home with an intoxicating aroma. She tells her husband that she had a wonderful time. She great long conversations with the people she really wanted to connect with. She learned about the updates on their lives. She had two glasses of orange juice and left early and felt fabulous. If there was a downside to the evening, it was this one woman who embarrassed herself. She had too much to drink, danced too much even thought she had no talent whatsoever, told horrible jokes, and in general made a complete fool of herself.
The second woman arises late just in time for her boyfriend to put down a fresh cup of coffee. She misses breakfast and likes to have a late brunch instead. She tells her boyfriend about the wonderful time she had. They played all the songs that she liked to dance to. She saw people that she hadn't seen in a long time and she talked to everyone in the room. She felt like she was the life of the party and closed the place down, and then continued partying at a house party. She felt like a million bucks except for a little hang-over, but it was worth it. If there was a downside to the evening, it was this woman who embarrassed herself. She sat in a corner the whole time, hardly interacted with anyone, and generally ruined everyone else's good time.
The two men looks at their partners and they both say the exact same thing, "stop talking badly about your sister."
I haven't spoken to my sister is almost three years, and I am confident that if we both stay healthy, we can probably make it to 10 years. People are horrified with this and think something major must have happened. Well, of course, we have had our moments, but, really, nothing has happened. My sister is a great person. I am a great person in progress. The truth is that we just don't have anything in common.
It is not really our fault. We share the same father and that is about it. We have different mothers and we are almost 20 years different in age. That is a whole generation. While my dad was alive, we spent a great deal of time competing over my dad's love. It turned out he loved both of us infinitely, just in different ways because we are different people.
It upsets others when I say that I am not talking to my sister and it makes them uncomfortable. It is ok for us. We talk when we need to and it is strained. She doesn't know how to treat me other than her little sister. Being a grand-mother myself, I don't know how to be treated as a child anymore.
It certainly doesn't mean that I don't love her and respect her, and it is ok that she is not actively in my life. I have lots of sisters, but they just aren't blood sisters.
The first woman had arisen at 5:45 am to go on her daily 6 km walk first thing in the morning. She has returned, showered, and is ready to take on the day. Her breakfast consists of home-made jam on home-made bread. She would have had cornmeal muffins but they are still in the oven warming the home with an intoxicating aroma. She tells her husband that she had a wonderful time. She great long conversations with the people she really wanted to connect with. She learned about the updates on their lives. She had two glasses of orange juice and left early and felt fabulous. If there was a downside to the evening, it was this one woman who embarrassed herself. She had too much to drink, danced too much even thought she had no talent whatsoever, told horrible jokes, and in general made a complete fool of herself.
The second woman arises late just in time for her boyfriend to put down a fresh cup of coffee. She misses breakfast and likes to have a late brunch instead. She tells her boyfriend about the wonderful time she had. They played all the songs that she liked to dance to. She saw people that she hadn't seen in a long time and she talked to everyone in the room. She felt like she was the life of the party and closed the place down, and then continued partying at a house party. She felt like a million bucks except for a little hang-over, but it was worth it. If there was a downside to the evening, it was this woman who embarrassed herself. She sat in a corner the whole time, hardly interacted with anyone, and generally ruined everyone else's good time.
The two men looks at their partners and they both say the exact same thing, "stop talking badly about your sister."
I haven't spoken to my sister is almost three years, and I am confident that if we both stay healthy, we can probably make it to 10 years. People are horrified with this and think something major must have happened. Well, of course, we have had our moments, but, really, nothing has happened. My sister is a great person. I am a great person in progress. The truth is that we just don't have anything in common.
It is not really our fault. We share the same father and that is about it. We have different mothers and we are almost 20 years different in age. That is a whole generation. While my dad was alive, we spent a great deal of time competing over my dad's love. It turned out he loved both of us infinitely, just in different ways because we are different people.
It upsets others when I say that I am not talking to my sister and it makes them uncomfortable. It is ok for us. We talk when we need to and it is strained. She doesn't know how to treat me other than her little sister. Being a grand-mother myself, I don't know how to be treated as a child anymore.
It certainly doesn't mean that I don't love her and respect her, and it is ok that she is not actively in my life. I have lots of sisters, but they just aren't blood sisters.
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