Hi guys! Sorry it's been so long, I've been really overwhelmed lately and didn't know what to post. Tonight I'm kind of thinking out loud/ranting, just to get things off my mind. I hope you don't mind to terribly.
I've always thought of myself as a great people person: I get them, understand them, and can easily relate to them. No matter how hard I try I don't get my siblings and they don't get me. Growing up my eldest brother took care of everything: When our parents were away his word was law and if we didn't like it we still had to do what he said and bring it up with our parents we they got home.My brother right above me was always pushing our parents as hard as he could to see how much he could get away with. I always did what I thought people expected of me and respected what our parents told us. My sister always got what she wanted no matter how hard it might have been on everyone else. My younger brother is so much like the bother right above me it scares me, and him being the baby of the family he is a tad spoiled.
When my eldest brother went on his mission I felt it was my responsibility to take charge. I did everything I could to help out and gave up everything I had to give up without a fight. My parents were having a ruff time because my grandma had just moved in recently, my brother right above me had his own issues, and my younger brother and sister were too young to be much help. Back at that time I felt a little bitter about it because I saw that most of my friends were carefree and didn't worry about making sure their houses were cleaned or what they were going to make for dinner. I felt that I was forced to grow up too fast.
Now that we are all older I can see how our choices have made us into who we are. My eldest brother lives a couple hours away, but doesn't come and visit much because of his other responsibilities. My brother right above me made a lot of bad choices but has learned from them and is turning his life around. I am very much a family person and try to help out as much as I can. My younger sister says that she wants to support her self but demands financial support from our parents. My younger brother pushes my parents to see how much he can get away with.
My sister stormed out tonight screaming and yelling (going quietly was never her style). This has happened more times then I can count since I've been back. I ask my mom if this happened a lot when I was gone and she said no. It's kind of funny how when you get mad you say things that have Truth to them but you would have never said it otherwise. It has made me realise the sibling I thought would understand me the most understands me the least and the sibling I thought would have understood me the least is in fact the one who understands me the most. Isn't it funny how that works out? It amazes me that we were all raise the same way but we are all so vastly different. I use to think that siblings were suppose to be a lot a like and have it be so plan that they were related you could tell as if it were written on their foreheads.
