Tonight she finally snapped. In fact, they both snapped. After months of lies and getting home at 2, 3, 4, 5 in the morning, my mom finally had enough of my sister’s lies and total disregard of their care, their wishes, their love, their concern, and their rules.
I just found my sister lying on the floor, crying incessantly in a panicked mess, my dad trying to keep her from hyperventilating, and my mom standing to the side, seemingly sad, but surprising stoic. My mother pulled me aside and told me that she had hit her, and that set my sister into her crying attack.
My sister has been lying to us for months, taking us as idiots. I can sniff out a lie from a mile away, and she stinks of it. When you are out “with friends” until 5am during the week when you have to work at 7am, you are hiding something. When you decide suddenly that you are going to move out “to save gas on the way to work” when you don’t pay your own insurance, phone bill, or utilities, you are not moving out to save money. When you have birth control in your wallet, you are not “trying to regulate your period,” you are having sex with somebody.
I don’t know if I love her or used to love her. My parents are, and I say this without bias, two of the greatest people I’ve met in my life, and they deserve better than to worry about where my sister is at 5 in the morning and not get a single text saying “I’m okay.” My parents deserve better than for her to say “I’m moving out in a few days,” especially when my grandma worries about her so much. My parents deserve better than to cry over somebody who only cares about herself and her hidden lover. My parents deserve happiness.
There is a large difference between being independent and being inconsiderate, and my sister has been inconsiderate of those who love her for too long. My sister may be crying this very moment, but I honestly feel no sympathy. You can only hurt and disrespect the ones you love for so long until their hearts break. My mother is extremely even tempered, but for over a year my sister has been breaking her spirit one night at a time, one unanswered text at a time, one unanswered phone call at a time.
I’m tired of this crazy world that we live in. I am no angel, I make my own mistakes, but when I make mistakes, I don’t hurt those around me. If I’m going to hurt anyone, it’s going to be myself. I love my family, I love my congregation, I love my friends. I don’t particularly love myself, so my fate is not very important. However, I would go to the ends of the Earth to make those around me that I love happy, which is why I don’t understand my sisters actions in the least.
After my dad walked into my room and explained he was going to help my sister, I called him back into my room and told him, “Dad, you’re a great father.” I saw his body language change, and I almost regretted telling him. I knew we both wanted to cry after I said that, but we both knew now was not the time to let our feelings show, we had to be strong for my mother, my sister, my grandmother, and for each other.
We used to be the perfect family. We are falling apart now, largely in part due to my sister. It will be hard for me to forgive her for everything she has done to the family and will continue doing to the family. For a girl so smart, so charismatic, so charming, she has warmed our hearts just to stab them with her selfishness.
It is very likely that soon, I will be the only child left in the house and it will be up to me to make my parents happy. The family study will just be three, and our vacations just three. My sister used to be my best friend, and now I hardly know her. Perhaps it is best that I remember her for who she used to be instead of the girl who lived such an egregious double life and lied to our faces day and night.
Tonight was a bad night. I wish we could be perfect little angels to make my parents happy, to give them the happiness they deserve. They gave us the perfect lives, lots of love, protection, education, patience, everything we ever needed, they gave us, yet my oldest sister moves to Italy and breaks their hearts, and now my older sister breaks their hearts further with her shady behavior.
I feel like one day I will disappoint them too, and that will be the day I will feel like my life is not worth living. Some people think I’m cold-hearted, that my being able to turn off my feelings at the drop of a hat is a bad thing, that I’m distant from people, yet it’s the complete opposite. I’m the most loving person you could ever meet, and I care deeply about almost everybody I know. However, I protect myself from all the damage and harm people that can bring. I have suffered a lot in my life,and I don’t want to let people keep hurting me.
I never thought the day would come where the person I would cut out of my heart would be the girl who I loved the most growing up, who I would give huge bear hugs to as a child, who I bathed with as a baby, who I would compare spank marks with, who I would joke around with and tell her all the jokes I knew I couldn’t tell anyone else, but it seems that that day is nearing.
I loved you so much Abby, why did you have to destroy our family?
“Dominicans celebrate a day in which they supposedly freed themselves from the Haitians. What everyone seems to forget is that the Haitians abolished slavery in DR, these actions enabled the lower class to own land. Spain tried to re establish slavery in DR during 1822 but Haitian President Jean-Pierre Boyer sent an army to fight Spain’s attempts to recolonize DR. The Haitians were successful and once again abolished slavery (for the second time). Dominicans (as a whole) lack confidence and pride in their African ancestry. This fact is the only reason why DR submitted itself to Spain’s rule for 72 years during the 19th century (Ya would rather face colonization and enslavement AGAIN than be associated with your black side?). You guys are begging for the attention of a step parent who doesn’t even want you unless its for physical labor purposes. Nothing about DR’s culture says Spain except the language. The food, music, and spirituality are all African based, with the exception of a few Taino (who for the most part were killed by disease or murder) influences on the whole island. Know some history the next time you pop open that Brugal and celebrate “freedom”.”—