Older brother: we get along well enough but haven’t talked in ages.
Younger brother: I haven’t spoken to him in about 12 years, since I had the epiphany that I don’t have to put up with constantly being treated as a lesser person because I’m a woman and have interests that don’t line up with his. The fact that he can’t beat the hell out of me now that I live 1200 miles from him is also a giant plus.
Brother 1 - good relationship but not very close, only see each other every couple of months
Brother 2 - ok relationship; we have a tendency to get into fights when he is being an asshole (common, he has asshole tendencies and anger issues), but thankfully that hasn’t happened in a good while; we maybe see each other once a month
Brother 3 - ok relationship; he did something incredibly pervy and inappropriate to me once which I will never forget and which ruined the relationship we used to have, but beyond that we get along nowadays; used to see each other roughly every other weekend, but now it’s less common
My brothers do not answer texts, so I only speak to them when I see them in person.
Not close and we don’t talk to each other much. We have abusive parents. Both physical and mental.
My sister and I are incredibly close. She’s my fave person ever. She was adopted the day before my 13th birthday. We say she’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten lol. She and I may bicker at times, but we will fiercely defend one another from bullies and whatnot. Someone I know spoke badly about her having autism and intellectual disabilities in my presence and I went off on them. You don’t disrespect my sister. My sister once defended me in a similar situation when she mentioned my chronic pain condition.
She has been taking excellent care of me lately because I am laid up with a broken ankle/leg that needed surgery to fix. I did the same for her when she had spine surgery.
She and I share so much with each other. Probably more than anyone else but our mom. My sister constantly comes into the room I’m staying in to talk and show me her drawings. She talks about her friends and how they’re doing and if she has plans with them. She’ll read me the letters she’s going to send to her friend who is in the military.
She’s the best. I get frustrated with her when she throws fits or doesn’t listen to me when I try to help her handle the dogs, but that feeling is temporary.
From the moment I met her, she was my favorite person. We put her in the car, she was 3 at the time, and she said “Mommy, Sissy, where we goin?” My mom and I broke into happy tears when we heard that.
Gosh I love her so much.
