Oh boy today...not the best of days...sorta kinda...
It all started yesterday when I saw her number on our caller ID...she didn't leave a message, but there it was and I was dying to know why the hell she would call me since I really haven't talked to her for a year and a half...whatever she had to say couldn't be good.
Then today, as my good friend from high school was over for lunch, the phone rang and it was her...my sister...and I couldn't help but shake as I picked up the phone...she was brief...said she was calling for two reasons to ask to see Mac and to let us know they just found out they're having a boy. I said congratulations, no I don't feel comfortable having you see Mac, and I had no interest in arguing about it.
So, Jen and I go back to eating lunch, but I'm thoroughly unnerved...with-in a few minutes the phone rings again...again it was my sister and this time she was calling to let me have it...she's fuming...as was I...she claimed she wanted to understand why I've "shut her out of my life"...I told her I was pretty clear about it when it all came to a head 18 months ago...she's adamant that she should be in Mac's life regardless of the problems between the two of us, that she was his family. Our conversation was brief and heated...if I was unnerved before, now I was barely hanging on...thank good God Jen was with me...and in her endlessly kind and calm way talked me down with lots of reassurance that my problems with family were pretty universal...that it wasn't just me.
The way I left it with my sister is that I would see about further contact to explain why I felt they way I felt because, supposedly, she really wanted to understand and not have the animosity anymore.
After Jen went home I couldn't help but start shaking again...I knew the relentless stress would eat me alive. I talked to Sean as he left school and ultimately decided I was going to call her and get it over with, knowing full well she probably wouldn't really listen, she certainly would never agree or validate any feeling I had, and she would be pushing her own agenda, but at least I could get it all out...instead of letting it fester for weeks just because I didn't want to deal with it.
I guess I called and let her have it...I was reserved, but brutal and I laid it all out...and she acknowledged it. She explained, not argued, but explained...it was tense, yet we were getting somewhere. My whole stance is I no longer have an ounce of patience with drama...and in my family there is all kinds of it...my sister and brother have made atrocious decisions and have been self-centered and entitled. They're also convinced that I think I'm perfect and am an altogether judgmental bitch. I reassured her that I KNOW that I am far from it and I know full well that I spent a few years making poor decisions too...the difference is I somehow, someway learned to stop...but if she needed me too, we could go through each of my poor decisions and bad behavior blow by blow for accountability's sake.
At some point a little later she says that she's grown up...and I curiously quiz her..."why do you think that?"..."what's changed?"..."how?"...and so on...rapid fire questioning...and, in listening to her answers, it occurs to me that just maybe she has. She took full responsibility for her mistakes...a first for her...no defensiveness.
Then we talked...for three hours...and it felt good...it wasn't perfect, but it was something. I still don't trust her and I told her that, but ideally of course I would want to be close with my family...and thankfully we both seemed to be on the same page about our deep desire to break this loooong cycle of family dysfunction. I don't know if I could really handle seeing her...the thought of her pregnancy has been soooo hard on me the last couple of months...and she said she totally understood and just hoped for a future.
So that's my day...thanks so much for reading it...I just wanted to write it to further decompress...the last thing my body needs right now is stress...so I'm trying to get it all out as fast as I can. We'll see where it all goes...