My childhood wasn’t bad. Let me make that clear. I came from a very stable home and was lucky enough to have parent that not only stayed together but loved each other and their children. Don’t get me wrong, like every other family my parents did fight but nothing like some other families experience. I always felt loved and we were privileged enough to have enough money to live a comfortable lifestyle. This was more so due to the sacrifices my parents made in which us children came first. We grew up understanding (or at least I did) that I couldn’t have everything I wanted and that money didn’t grow on trees. It was earned and reckless spending was not on.
So when did my problems start? I don’t remember exactly when but somewhere towards the end of my high school years things changed in the household. My sisters and I generally got along. We are all on the bigger side and always have been. My two older sisters had an issAue with this. While I have never had issues with my size or weight but more focused on my health the other two tried their best to lose weight with some things that worked and others that didn’t. Don’t get me wrong in hindsight both sisters had mental health issues surrounding their weight. Both tried fad diets and diet companies with varying results but nothing sustainable. Issues arrived when one of my sisters developed bulimia.
We were close so I knew about it but I didn’t tell anyone as I didn’t want to out her. Now if you looked at her you would never know she had it as her weight didn’t drop rapidly and she never became very thin. But this was the beginning of the deterioration of family dynamics with her and the start of her blatant disrespect for others. The cycle would go on every day. Eat, eat, eat….go to the bathroom (my parents no less) to throw up.
Now I’m not sure if it was related as bulimia can cause mood swings etc but she mood and attitude became unbearable. While still young I ignored it and pretended like nothing however it was obvious she had blatant disrespect for my parents and still does. It was around this point of realisation and having grown up that I decided enough was enough. I wanted nothing to do with her anymore and was over it. Some of this stemmed from her not giving a damn while my mother went through treatment for metastatic lung cancer which pushed to the edge.
Fast forward to recent times and while my other sisters have no issues with her I no longer see her as family. She is in my eyes a parasite sucking the life out of my father and would do only things to benefit herself. This I will get into in other blogs. My sisters do not understand why I still do not like her however they do not see what I see. They believe she has stopped her eating disorder however she has progressed from throwing up at times to mainly taking laxatives to make it less obvious. They keep telling me she has changed. She has in fact gotten worse, more disrespectful and still one of the most selfish people I know.
The Disrespectful Family 