The Intervention
I went over my sister’s house, but I couldn’t do the intervention. I just couldn’t. I don’t know if it’s just that I don’t want to upset her, or don’t want her to think I’m trying to get her to hate our mother, because I’m not. She seemed fine when I showed up, didn’t seem upset with me, showed me her kitten, got me a coke, had me help her with her homework (they’re learning prefixes/suffixes and decimal multiplication, ew).
I decided to give her a very clear, hand-picked quartz crystal sphere that I have been saving for the last 4 years or so for when I felt she was ready for her Rite of Passage. Obviously I don’t feel I could get away with giving her one now (even though she’s expressed genuine interest in one), so I thought now would be an appropriate time. It’s something she’s always wanted, since she’s always admiring mine. She seemed to really enjoy it.
I have an inkling that my mother got wind that I would be coming over that night, so about half an hour before I arrived, she apparently decided she was going to have my sister that night, and told Vernon so. Luckily she doesn’t get off at the college till about 8:15pm, so I had about 45 minutes to stay and spend time with my sister before she arrived. We made plans for a sister dinner on Tuesday in Westminster somewhere, and I ordered some girlscout cookies from her.
She actually didn’t seem to have animosity towards me at all, which just confuses me after the angry things she said to me on Sunday. Hopefully my visit will calm her down some, especially since my mother has her this weekend, and we all know what happens then.
On the way home I just cried in frustration.
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One Response to “The Intervention”
September 29th, 2006 at 9:52 pm
Maybe she just wants to spend time with you. It’s hard being a young her! I was unbearable at that age! Sorry it did’t go well.