A letter to my sister

Dear sis,

Who the fuck do you think you are?
I cannot even believe you think you have some right to act indignant towards me that I didn't come to you, call you ahead of time, set something up, etc.
And how dare you try and guilt trip me using my niece!
You said you have been down here in TN for almost every one of Mom's scans (what are they - every three months?), and have you EVER called or visited or reached out of that selfish bubble you live in? NO, you have not.
And the one time I go to MN, you have the audacity to go off on me for not seeing you. Guess what bitch - I was actually busy, AND (lo and behold, something you NEVER do) I actually called you. I know "busy" is your favorite excuse. You use it often enough. Like the most recent time - this week. You said you would call me to tell me when you were coming down to see Mom. You claimed you were unable to during the 18 hour drive down here (or before you left). You have a CELL PHONE!!!!
You also said you haven't talked to our brother in about two years. Bitch. And then said, "Well, why didn't he call me?". I cannot believe you acted surprised when I just guessed he was feeling some tension there.
You are not Holier Than Thou. Your shit does stink. And, most importantly, you are not the perfect daughter. Get down off your fucking high horse. I think that high atmosphere is messing with your brain.

I would love to say all this to you, but being the drama junkie you are, you would just cry, and pathetically ask me why I was being so mean. There will come a time when I won't hold back.
I cannot believe I have to be the big sister in all this. You are TEN years my senior. I think it is time you grew up, and learned the meaning of accountability.

Irritated as hell,
Your sister

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