The difference between me and my sister/BIL is, they do things for what they can get or because it’s a duty. By duty I mean, they will only help someone if they are being “watched” by society. I on the other hand, do things for love. If my sister is crying, I cry with her and soothe her and try to take care of her problem never wanting anything in return. Her happiness means something to me. Call me a sucker but I genuinely love people and care with a depth that my sister can never match. I’m not trying to sound perfect or superior (believe me I’m not) it’s just a truth that I had to learn the hard way.
My life is not so sad or difficult that I warrant kid gloves but dammit, I was just told by a physician that I have a large undiagnosed mass showing up on my chest x-ray. I haven’t been well for two years and I was diagnosed with severe chronic depression recently. Not to mention, I have two other major diseases I’m struggling with. No matter how I’m feeling I’m ALWAYS there for my sister if she needs moral support. I have a level of respect for her because she is a human being and she lives with a drug addict and she herself is struggling with a drug dependency also. I give her respect because she let my husband and I live with her for over a year now. I simply love her. She is my sister and even though she’s treated me like I’m an after-thought, I’ll still love her because love doesn’t stop, but my ability to tolerate her disrespect will keep me from being her friend.
Since yesterday afternoon I haven’t spoken to her. I’ve been hiding out in my room with my poor husband getting me sustenance or other needs. A year and a half of them (sister, BIL and niece) treating me like a poor relation, giving me absolutely no respect and feeding my father lies about my husband and I has broken my spirit. What tipped the scales was so trivial and petty that I just lost it. Apparently, my sister’s electric bill for the last two months was a bit over three-hundred dollars (There home is in desperate need of new windows and a lot of other repairs). They don’t like spending money on anyone but themselves and since they are willing to live in a home where the temperature is next to boiling (we live in Texas) they keep turning the A/C gauge up and my husband and I almost pass out from the heat. My sister and BIL are grossly under weight due to their drug addictions and any temp less than 85 degrees is cold to them. The heat index the other day was 108, the temp inside the house was not much cooler and my sister was wrapped up like a frigging burrito with a thick blanket and complaining how cold she was. Meanwhile, my husband and I have sweat dripping down our backs and are so hot we are nauseous. I continually plead for my sister to turn the A/C down just one degree and she refuses.
This is where my sin comes into play. In the last three months there have been four occasions where I’ve turned the A/C down a degree while my sister and BIL have gone out for more than three hours. I know it’s not my home and I feel pretty rotten that I even meddled with the gauge but I do pay them money for the electric bill so I figure at least I’m not taking food out of their mouths (If that could ever happen with all the money they have).
Yesterday afternoon I happened to walk down the hallway to check on my sweet demon child kitty and what do I find on the thermostat, a huge plastic lock-box covering the whole thermostat so without a key you can’t adjust the temp. I felt my body burning with a rage that I’ve never experienced. I walked towards the living room and confronted my sister and she said that her husband was tired of large electric bills and that he thinks “someone” is secretly messing around with the thermostat. And, he decided to up the temperature another degree just to ensure no more whopper electric bills. I noticed my sister kept using my BIL as the scapegoat during the conversation which adds more fuel to my anger.
I am a lot of things, and I’ll admit I have changed the temperature (one freaking degree) on four occasions but the lack of respect I’ve suffered at the hands of blood related family members has hit the limit. I’m so mad I haven’t been able to even speak to my sister. I’ve been standing on my feet, breathing like an asthmatic patient, suffering severe chest pains to do HER families dishes every single f**king day, watching her dog, giving her awesome advice about her child and her husbands drug addiction, listening to her whine every hour on the hour, suffering through the heat…and so much more and they disrespect me like this, calling me a liar and a cheat. Guess what, I’m not doing the dishes any more. I’m not ever coming out of this room unless they are all asleep!
The icing on the cake is, if they would have taken the money we gave them every month plus all the money my sister spends on ridiculous knick-knacks (she has no place to even hang or put the crap) from eBay and loaned the money to us we could have been able to move out months ago. I can’t believe my own sister would charge me rent and ask me to pay for things for them. I was living with blinders, too desperate for love to see what was right in front of me. MY FAMILY DOESN’T LOVE ME NOR DO THEY RESPECT ME. The kicker is that I would have moved out yesterday and gone to a corporate housing type hotel but all my medical bills have dwindled my savings. I am stuck. I know this is no answer but I’m calling my doctor and asking if I can up my anti-depressant medication because I don’t/won’t/can’t live with this broken heart.