I’m emotionally drained from the weekend. I left the house on Friday afternoon at three and got back to the house on Sunday night at ten. It was a good trip overall. I think my mother’s recent health problems scared her. She was nice all weekend. My dad behaved too. He didn’t use the “N” word once. It was my sister that caused all the drama.
Being around my sister was enough to make me realize I never want to see her again. She has turned into a strange woman. It reinforced my opinion that she needs professional psychiatric help.
On Saturday my sister met us for lunch at the Boathouse in Forest Park. It was a cool and rainy day. She arrived around noon after a three and a half hour drive. She was to drop her cat off at the kennel at seven. I was wondering why it took five and half hours to get to St. Louis. Later she told a lame story about not being able to catch the cat. I let it go.
When she arrived I was shocked at her appearance. She has gained a lot of weight and was dressed like a butch lesbian in a pull over sports jersey that zipped up the side, acid washed jean shorts, white socks and running shoes. I didn’t expect her to show up looking like she stepped out of Vogue but she could have worn something a little nicer.
She walked up to us and just started talking. I don’t even remember what she was saying. She looked right at me and made eye contact but she didn’t say hello. I was shocked. I hadn’t seen her in ten years and she didn’t even say hello. I walker over said hello and gave her a hug. I introduced her to K. She said hi to K and went back to telling her story. I wanted to slap the bitch. I’ve been with K for seventeen years and all she could muster was one word. I let it go.
We had a good lunch. My parents seemed to enjoy themselves. During lunch my sister would make statements that were unrelated to the conversation at the table. It was so strange. It was as if she wanted attention. K picked up the tab for lunch. Everyone thanked K but my sister.
Later that evening we hung out at my brother’s house. Again, my sister would make statements that were unrelated to the conversations. She didn’t ask K or me any questions and didn’t seem to be interested in anything going on in our lives. When K tried to engage my sister in conversation she ignored him or changed the subject. She was so rude. My sister would make statements about people we didn’t know. For example, she said,” Bob says the best fried chicken is at KFC.” Who the hell is Bob? Nobody ever heard of him. I asked, “Who is Bob?” She looked at me with anger in her eyes, paused, and then explained he was a former co-worker. She did this all day. At one point she started talking about conversations in chat rooms. She said she was in a chat room on Friday with a ten year old Belgium girl. It was one in the morning in Belgium time. I was horrified. Why was my sister in chat room with a ten year old? I asked what website she was on and she replied, “Just a website”. I then asked what type of chat room and she changed the subject. My sister did this all evening. She would make statement and when I asked for details or clarifications she would change the subject. I found this so strange. Why would she talk about something and then change the subject when I wanted to clarify what she was talking about? Every time this happened she would shoot me a dirty look. She acted like a child in a room full of adults who is starved for attention.
At the end of the evening my sister was really upset when she found out she had to drive my parents home. My brother and sil had picked them up in the morning since my sister was not expected in town until late morning. My sister was staying at my parent’s house but didn’t want to drive them home. She expected one of us to make the two hour roundtrip schlep to get my parents home. After some convincing she drove my parents home.
Sunday was worse. We met at the Delmar Loop shopping area to browse the shops. My mother was telling us how my sister missed a highway exit two times while driving my parents home but finally got it on the third try. I thought it was funny but sister cussed and stormed off. A few minutes later she rejoined the group and acted like nothing happened. Our next stop was the St. Charles historic area. We decided to leave my parents car in a parking lot and my brother and K would drive. My sister refused to ride with my brother because she said he is poor driver despite the fact he has never had a car accident. She was finally convinced to ride with my brother so my parents could spend time with me in the car.
We had a nice lunch at a winery with a menu with plenty of healthy options. I paid for lunch and everyone thanked me except for my sister.
After lunch my sister stated complaining about an upset stomach. I told her I was sorry she was not feeling well. Her upset stomach was caused by the bacon on her chicken sandwich and the greasy homemade potato chips she had for lunch. She informed me that greasy foods upset her stomach. I refrained from asking her why she ordered these items if they were going to upset her stomach when there were many non greasy healthy choices. I bit my tongue because I knew it would cause drama that I wanted to avoid.
In mid afternoon my sister suddenly announced it was going to take her eight hours to drive home. Her comment perplexed me because the conversation at time was not about driving home and I couldn’t understand how a three and a half hour trip was going to take eight hours. I inquired why. Once again she gave me a dirty look before responding. She said she just threw up and would be throwing up all the way home. She then went on the explain that she has mild pancreatitis that was caused by a gall stone the doctor didn’t remove when she had her gall bladder removed six years ago. After a few more questions it was revealed that she passed the gall stone but was still suffering from pancreatitis. Later my sil, who is a nurse, informed me my sister has not seen a doctor since her gall bladder was removed and the gall stone and pancreatitis are self diagnosed. It was just another desperate cry for attention.
I could go on and on but you get the point. My sister is a hypochondriac who has a desperate need for attention. She communicates information about her life that is not pertinent to the ongoing conversation and then gets defense when questions are asked about her statements. She must be a desperate lonely unhappy person. She needs to get professional help. Until she does I never want to be around her again.
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