My so-called sister has, in the past four or five years, decided that she no longer wants anything to do with our family. It is so bad that my son (who is staying with her because she lives close to his work) can't even tell me where he is staying because she doesn't want the rest of us to know where she lives. With the holidays coming up, I would love to spend time with him but he only has one day off for Thanksgiving and one day off for Christmas. We live a considerable distance from where he is and, since I have four days off from work on both holidays, I can't blame him for not wanting to travel all the way to see the rest of the family because that would not be very restful for him. It also would seem extremely uncomfortable and impersonal to meet him somewhere else near where he is staying.
You see, my sister has, for most of her life, blamed the rest of us for the problems that happened to her (the "chaos and drama," as she puts it) but nothing could be further from the truth. She has created most of the problems herself by making bad choices in her life. We were all raised by the same parents (a very loving mother and an abusive father) but none of us has ever considered turning our backs on the rest of the family. We know that families don't always get along but the important part is that you work through your problems. A couple of my sisters do it in ways that are not so nice (they get that from my step-dad, may he rest in peace) but my mother and I try to be the calming factors in the family. Unfortunately, with my sister, if you don't take her side in a fight, you are automatically against her. That is how this whole thing started. She got in to a fight with my youngest sister over money that she loaned her and my mother told her it was between the two of them to work out. Well, that was the last any of us heard from her.
As children, I almost lost her because of some medical problems she had and I remember how hard that was on our family. A couple of years later (when dad was stationed at El Toro, California), she overheard the adults talking about me being adopted. Well, the next day she and I had a fight and you know what the first words out of her mouth were? "I'm glad you're not my real sister anyway!" I was about 8 years old at the time and that was the first I had ever heard of this. She got a spanking for it but the damage was already done. She has just been mean and miserable to me over the years and I am the one who has stuck by her the most. Now, she has control over my son, to a certain extent, and it is tearing me apart.
I would move closer to my son so he could visit with me but that would mean one h*ll of a commute for me because I work in San Diego while he works in Anaheim.
There is so much more I could say but I'm afraid I would end up writing a book. I don't have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times she has caused "chaos and drama" in my life!
Anyway, I don't know that anything can be done about this problem but I needed an outlet for my frustration. Thanks for taking the time to read this everyone!