My parents are the best of my whole extended family; so, it’s no surprise that I am a big fan of theirs. To me, they are so many people in one. Growing up with them and their friends and their siblings and their family has been awesome. But there are some things that I’ve learned that I’d like to share with you.
My parents are the best of my entire extended family. That includes my mom and dad and her brothers and sisters. So I feel a lot of the same way about them as I do about my siblings and my grandparents. Their relationship is very special to me and I think it is one of the only ones I can say that.
There are two types of siblings: close and distant. Close siblings are the ones you live with every single day, and I think that’s okay. But distant siblings are a different story. One of my best friends in college was a distant sibling. We spent a lot of time together on weekends and I know he went through a lot of trouble just to be with me. I think it’s totally okay to have friends that are distant from your family.
The story of our distant sibling is one of the most fascinating aspects of my life to date. He was born to an aristocratic family in the middle of France, and grew up as an only child. He had money, a full social life, and a beautiful home. But for a while after his father died, he found himself living with his half-sister. Her parents were a bit of a challenge because she was a bit of a tomboy.
She was very much an outsider. She hated the fact that she had to live with someone who was much older than her. And she didn’t hide her feelings about it from anyone. But the funny thing is that the two of them were very close. When someone made her feel unwelcome, she felt really vulnerable. But I think there was a time when she thought her family was so cold that she was never going to fit in.
The problem with being an outsider is that you can never really be part of the group. You need to get approval before you can be included, and the only way to get approval is to be nice. But my sister didn’t need to be nice, she just needed approval. And she was also a tomboy. So even though she was an outsider, she knew that she was accepted by her family and they accepted her. They wouldn’t have been an outsider if she was an outsider.
My sister was the first person in my life who took me under her wing. Like, before I could even speak (a long time ago), I was told to “go and sit at the table.” Even after that was clear to me, I still didnt think of myself as a good person. I knew I wasnt a good person, but I didnt know what exactly made me so bad.
So you have to admit, in our “tomboy-acceptance” era, there is something in the air. And by something, I mean that no matter how hard you try to ignore this “tomboy-acceptance”, you can’t.
I’m not an idiot. I know that I’m not a good person. But my first instinct when this whole thing happened was “I don’t want to be like my sister.” I didn’t even realize my sister was such a bad person that she was willing to give her kid away.
My sister did not give her kid away. In fact, she was quite happy to have our child. However, because she was an extremely selfish person, she didnt want to give him away. It was her bad-assness that made her act this way. She didn’t even give him a proper goodbye. She was so mean to him that she didnt even give him a hug. To this day my sister still doesnt know he is my son.