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My older sister who is four years older than I, stands around 5’5, nice solid figure with black hair that sits just passed her shoulders and has very beautiful dark brown eyes. She is a very caring family orientated person with a strong personality just like my brother and I. At times she can be very witty and has made me laugh at the drop of a hat. I remember one particular Christmas at her place; I told her that if a fly drowns, they can be brought back to life by covering them in salt. Not sure how and why they do but they do. My guess is, the salt draws the fluid from them and off they go again. Well I needed to show her, so off I went outside to the spa and I found a dead fly that had drowned. I picked it up, took it inside and put it on the counter and then doused it in salt. Bugger me dead, within a minute the thing started moving. I could see her looking at it and then it started flying around. I felt pretty cool about this but then she hit it with a swat, looked at me and said, “Now it’s dead!” I nearly peed myself laughing!

My sister has a fair bit of wisdom and if one needed advice, you could always count on her for it. There is one thing I don’t like very much about her, my brother and even myself at times and that is, we all have rather controlling natures but I put this down to our lack of control and hurt in our past, although personally, I have found myself these days, being more compassionate, listening more and letting people be who they want to be.

My sister has definitely had her ups and downs, especially when in 1980; she lost her twenty one year old partner of five years to a motor cycle accident. That night he was killed, it was almost as if the life had been sucked out of her. Her fun side had seemed to have been replaced with a certain sadness and I felt like I had lost my sister that night and I still to this day, feel this way. She eventually married and still is somewhat thirty years plus now. Together they have four children that being two girls and two boys. I used to be close with all of them but not now and I am not afraid to say the truth and tell it how it is. I have been told by one of them, I am not an Aunties boot lace but still they held their hands out every year at Christmas.

I’m not sure how many thousands of dollars I spent over the years on presents and even helped put food in their mouths in the past when times were tough. Some people have very short memories I’m afraid and this is very unfair to say this about me.

The one thing that really hurt me is when my niece got married, I was not invited but my ex-girlfriend of fourteen years was. This to me is deliberate and hurtful not to mention bitchy!

Even through all the shit that’s gone on in the past, we are all back on speaking terms. It was even nice to spend last Christmas together which was the first in years. This made my Mum happy seeing at least half her family together but it ends there I’m afraid. To not be invited to a Mother’s day family outing this year is very hurtful and I don’t understand why. My brother was also not invited and one wonders why the whole family is at war with each other. My personal opinion is my sister is jealous of my brother and I because of the time we spend with our Mum, so not inviting us meant she had Mum all to herself.

I also remember when I was sick and I just got out of hospital, my sister told me she would come and have a coffee soon at my place. I waited seven years and it still never happened. I have been in my new house now for three and a half years and not one visit from any of them.

How can I be an aunt or a close family member to any of them when I seem to be the only one who makes an effort to contact them but it’s never reciprocated? Works both ways!You may think I'm angry about all this but I'm really not; I'm hurt more so than anything. There is no point in approaching how I feel either because no one listens and it always ends up in world war three, so waste of time.

I don’t deny, I have done wrong in the past but don’t give me a life sentence for it. We can only learn from our past behaviour and move on.