My youngest sister is getting married next month. Which means a family event. Which means I will see my father, his wife and I believe all their seven children, plus their foster kids which puts the total at 8 to 12 siblings depending how you count them.
My father conveys to me that if I would just stop being so emotional and come to family gatherings that all would accept me in time. What a bunch of shit that is.
I say this because upon learning of a half-sister, my brother, just two months my senior sent a notice to his entire family with specific instructions to never invite me to family gatherings and force others in said family to have to interact with me.
Dolly Pardon has a line in the movie 9 to 5 where she says, "I don't understand it, I'm just as nice as I can be to everyone at that office and they still treat me like a bastard at a family reunion."
Well this bastard just bought a pretty dress for the reunion. To those not willing to accept me, all I can say is who cares anyway, and also I say, "please God help me get through this."
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