Don’t Go Away Mad…

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Just Go the Fuck Away

So, I’ve blocked The Squid from calling, texting, or seeing any of my personal FB posts. I also don’t have to put up with seeing her posts. She threatened to “pull away” so I beat her to the punch. I just have too much on my plate, and not enough patience, energy, or love for her to put up with her psychosis du jour.

She is my sister. But I don’t love her. I don’t even like her. I never have. Aside from being batshit crazy, she’s controlling, intrusive, manipulative, vindictive, and ignorant as fuck. Ok, maybe those are all what makes her batshit crazy.

Blocked. Bye Bye. Gots to Go

I’m not in any way, shape, or form an impulsive person. Yet I very impulsively hit the “blocked” button on my phone the night before I went on my St. Augustine trip. And I’m here to tell ya, it felt great.

It was close to 11 pm, and I was ready for bed when Mom said, “Do you wanna play cards or something?” Actually, no, I don’t want to play cards. I want to go to bed. But I mustered up some energy, Mom was kicking my ass at rummy 500, and that’s when The Squid texted me. She was telling me to please not mention her in my FB posts with regard to the essential oils I sell. She sells them too, and in fact, is in my downline. I signed her up and she is in my sales organization. Which kinda makes me her boss, in a way.

Don’t You Know Who I AM????

I hadn’t mentioned her by name, and the friend who had inquired about the oils on my page doesn’t know my sister, or even how many sister’s I have. I had just made a comment, “…my sister…” and went on to mention how successful my sister has been with building her own organization. What really ticked The Squid off was that I had said it’s not that hard to make enough commissions to pay for the oils you buy.

Well, The Squid went off the top rail. She didn’t like that I’d mentioned how many she has in her organization because she doesn’t tell anyone. And she didn’t like that I said it was easy, because it’s not!!! “It’s WORK!!!”

Who the fuck cares? How fucking spectacular does she think she is that Facebook fed my comments about her without mentioning her name to everyone in the free and unfree world? Does she even get how the FB algorithms work? And even if it had gone viral, why would she not be proud of the size of her organization?

My first comment back to her was, “Christ.” I told her I’d delete the post but that I would have thought she’d be proud, that she’s in MY downline, and all I was trying to do was build my own downline. That’s when she went off about not liking to disclose her numbers and how it’s such hard work.

I told her she doesn’t know anything about my friend, or my relationship, and that I said I would delete the post so, “fuck off.”

That’s the first time in my entire life that I’ve ever told her to fuck off. I expected an immediate response, but I must have stunned her right off the couch. Crickets. Then I texted, “Blocked. Bye bye. Gots to go. Talk to me through [our brother].”

I deleted the entire string and went about deleting her from my life. Taking care of Mom and trying to keep my head above financial water is just too taxing without having to pretend that The Squid means something to me. I know that sounds harsh. But I just don’t get enough out of any relationship with her to put up with her bullshit. For twenty years, I’ve held her at arms length because our recent events are not the first, second, or third. This is who she is. And every time I let her just slightly in, BAM. Psycho-bitch.

Blood? DNA? It’s Not What It’s About

Did you know the phrase “blood is thicker than water” does not mean that family means more than any other bonds? Not true. Not originally, anyway. It’s been misconstrued for generations. The original phrase was, “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”

The blood of the covenant referred to brothers in arms. Literal blood shed together on the battlefield. The water of the womb is the family relationship. Family relationships are by chance. You can’t pick your water-of-the-womb relatives. But those who stand by you in the worst of situations. Those who fight along side you—have your back. Those who would take a blow for you. They may be true blood relatives, or they may be not. They are your family.

The Squid wouldn’t take a blow for me unless there was something in it for her. So, she’s gone. My only regret is she did give me some great fodder for my blog!


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