Me and My Sister

My sister and I have never been the classic sibling unit – doing things in tandem, playing together outside when we were little – but I love her and have more respect for her than any other member of my family.

We’ve always annoyed each other, in some respect. When we were younger, we weren’t close but we were close enough – we’d playfully beat each other up, scream at each other, and she’d chase me round the house, yelling. I remember this time when she was attempting to play my electric keyboard, I grabbed a tambourine and shrieked at her. That was over a year ago, and there’s a video of it which still makes me laugh.

I’ve always thought that she was pretty awesome, but I didn’t look up to her. She can play the banjo a little, used to yodle, and is such a good artist; she knows when to stop pissing me off even if sometimes, she drives me insane. Over the past 2 years, though, I’ve started to respect her and I’d say that she was the person, in my family, who I trust the most: even more than my dad.

More complicated than you can imagine, she’s got a whole personality that used to be hidden behind a seemingly uncaring exterior. Yes, I know she loves me, but before I didn’t appreciate how much. To show you a little of how she and I work, I’ll share some memories with you.

I came out to her as bi two years ago, after my mum’s not so great reaction,; she was totally fine with it. “Look, I’ve had sex with both guys and girls,” she said frankly to me, and our sexuality has been a point of discussion ever since. My mum is… A tad homophobic, which my sister made me realise. Whenever she says to us, “Remember when you used to be bisexual?” my sister and I laugh about it, like today, until we can’t breathe. Because it’s not funny, but it’s something we both experience so we find humour in it. There’s not much else we can do.

She knows how I act. When I get angry, I can become a bit aggressive (I hate it), but unlike the rest of my family, she knows it’s me getting furious with myself. Over a year ago, I was finding a bit of food difficult to cut up, and she calmly talked me through it without getting furious with me, whilst I cried angry and frustrated tears, and she made me feel like I wasn’t pathetic for it. That was one of the first times where I started to really trust her. She’s known me all my life and in that time, she’s built up a thorough understanding of who I am, including my appearance insecurities, occasional negative attitude towards my mum and all the rest.

In the summer, she travelled a lot: Croatia, Rome and finally Thailand. We joined her there for two weeks, and her transformation was astounding. She smiled, laughed, regailed me with stories of how shitty some of the hotels she’d stayed in were, and all the people she’d met. When our dad and stepmother were out one night, we walked along the streets of Bangkok: listening to the sounds of cars, walking into a shopping centre, wandering into a bar and letting the music wash over us. There, over a table, I told her everything that had been going on. Straight off, she told me what she thought, not judging me: as we walked back, we continued talking and it was so bloody freeing to trust her with it all.

Today, I saw her for the first time in about a month, because she came back from uni on Tuesday. We spoke for about an hour, and I opened up to her about my breakup and how much pain I’m in. Instead of scoffing or telling me I was being childish, she asked me questions and listened, giving me advice and treating me like the 16-year-old I am. It was refreshing, because in our time where we haven’t lived in the same house, I’ve learnt that I missed her so much more than I thought I would.

She’s studying art at uni, and I think that’s wonderful. From what people have said, she’s incredibly talented, and it’s her passion to do something with illustration. I love that. Through it all, she’s stuck with something she loved. Maybe she didn’t get top marks in school but that doesn’t matter because she’s fucking intelligent, and I hate the education system for making her feel like a failure sometimes.

Just now, she came and gave me a hug as she has a habit of doing. I used to be suspicious whenever she did that, or try and push her away, but her going away to uni again in a few days makes me sad. Both she and I aren’t social in the slightest, and we rarely talk abthe deep shit, but when we do it always makes things better because she’s done shitty things and learnt from them.

Yes, there are still things she can’t understand about me, as I have with her. Our thought processes are very different, in the way that we react to certain situations. However, at the end of the day, she’s my sister. They say you can’t choose your family and that’s true, but she’s my sister by both blood and emotion and I’m proud to say it.

From Elm ๐Ÿ™‚

8 thoughts on “Me and My Sister

  1. That’s so nice!! I’m happy you’re friends with your sister! I don’t have any siblings, so I can’t relate very much to it, but I guess I understand you can fight with them and stuff, but you’re right, at the end of the day, she’s your sister, and you guys have each other after all!!
    I really liked this post!!

    • Thank you so much, and I love your comment! Yes you’re right โ€“ I’ll still always have her, and she is someone I can rely on. And sometimes I wish I was an only child, but I’m glad I’ve got my sister with me!

  2. This is such a sweet post! I love it when people truly appreciate their siblings, i guess because I’ve never really had a relationship with my brother I’m glad that other people have friendly relationships with their siblings. It’s far too easy to argue and say things about your sibling that you don’t mean. At the end of the day, I do love my brother despite everything he’s put me through and the things he’s said to me, which I wish I could call jokey brotherly love. I know he doesn’t love me, and as much as people tell me he does, I /know/ he doesn’t, but it’s not really his fault. I’m so happy for you, and I’m so glad that you can open up to her, talking things out with someone who cares is always lovely. (Sorry if I got a bit too personal!) xxxx

    • Don’t apologise โ€“ I’m glad that you trust me enough to open up here ๐Ÿ™‚ you know that you can always talk about things if you need to. And I think that siblings will always have love for each other except if they literally can’t, and that’s what I have with my sister. I love her a lot even when she makes me angry, and I suppose her I love her because of that xxx

  3. try having a 6 foot brother; if I ever annoy him, i’m basically dead xD (which is a lot hahahaha) this sounds nice though, i love my brother but he is annoying as hell :p

  4. Your sister sounds so understanding! I don’t have a sister but a little brother and well, he isn’t someone to talk to about breakups and that. But something happened once and I was crying loads and my brother hugged me and well, it made me so happy and I realised that he did care about me even though he hardly shows it most of the time. I would love to have an older sister to talk about things like that and to get advice ๐Ÿ™‚

    • That’s so so cute โ€“ I’m glad that you felt that way! Also, having any sibling has its downsides, and I suppose I have no idea what it’s like to have a brother and would like to find out! Thanks for your comment XX

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