Siblings and Entitlement

I had a feeling it wouldn't be long before my sister called with her drama. I felt it. Sometimes I wonder who's the older sibling...her or me. She's eight years older than me yet I feel at times more mature than she. It really is interesting to hear her perspective on our parents compared to mine. Lots of similarities..lots of differences. She did have an eight year head start right? The latest drama involves the house. She feels yet again entitled to money from both of them. The funny thing is she has lived what I would call the "cushy" life that she would not have been able to do anywhere else. Let's face it, my immediate family likes drama...including me. However, I like good drama...not bad. I caught myself telling my sister to just move if she is so unhappy there. I suspect that she has financially messed herself up so much that she will never be able to dig herself out. Her attitude doesn't help either. She's so fixated on being financially compensated by both of them. She feels entitled because she's "sacrificed".

It's the New Year yet the same issues with her and my parents keep coming up. I listen to her because she is my family...my sister. I feel like yelling at her to grow up but I can't because I know who she is and how she thinks. She forgets why I moved in the first place. I knew it would be up to me to break the pattern of craziness. When I moved I literally had ten dollars left in my pocket and bank account. This is the smallest space I have ever lived in my life but you know what...I am at peace when I close the door behind me. I'm not sure why Debbie remains stuck...enabled...entitled. I don't think she wants to be free. She has a very good job, earns a very good salary, and does basically whatever she wants. What's the problem. I told my parents, divorced or not, if anything happens to either one of them and they weren't clear in legal documents what they want done...I am not going to court to fight over anything. I've sacrificed enough. Even let good things leave my life so that I could be helpful to them. I am not going back down that path again. I hope Debbie finds a new road to travel.

In the meantime, yesterday was a really good day. For the second time I had a guest. On Friday another friend will visit as well. Usually nobody wants to come to Brooklyn...like I live in a foreign land or something. I like it when people come to visit me...especially when they bring good energy with them. I am slightly stressed about this appointment today. I certainly am not looking forward to this repeat test the doctor has to perform. The first one was somewhat painful. And then all the waiting again. I don't have a choice. Medical tests are always scary. The good side of the day is that I will get to see some friends I haven't seen in a while. That will definitely take my mind off of the craziness of the day. I better get going.