I hear that from time to time, when for some reason, or no reason, I mention them to somebody I don't know well. Or even people I currently know well. It's not surprising they don't know; I forget sometimes, too.
It's on my mind right now because the five year anniversary of my mother's death happened last week when I was at the Gulf of Mexico. Five years ago our mom died, and they killed what struggling fragments were left of our respective relationships. Not my choice. I don't know what they have against me. I guess that I was born.
Call them half-siblings if you must, if you want to be technical. But how can one have half a sibling? Seems a little silly to me. Either you have a sister (or brother), or you don't. I do. Or, I did.
I don't know why they essentially stepped over our mom's dead body (who was still in the room, waiting to be picked up) to kill our relationship. I'll never understand it.
Maybe by blood they're half sisters. But it hurt 100% percent.
It's on my mind right now because the five year anniversary of my mother's death happened last week when I was at the Gulf of Mexico. Five years ago our mom died, and they killed what struggling fragments were left of our respective relationships. Not my choice. I don't know what they have against me. I guess that I was born.
Call them half-siblings if you must, if you want to be technical. But how can one have half a sibling? Seems a little silly to me. Either you have a sister (or brother), or you don't. I do. Or, I did.
I don't know why they essentially stepped over our mom's dead body (who was still in the room, waiting to be picked up) to kill our relationship. I'll never understand it.
Maybe by blood they're half sisters. But it hurt 100% percent.
