The problem is, it's taken me so much effort to discuss this issue even in this thread, anonymously... I don't know when I'm going to gather up enough strength to address my sister or someone close.

I am dysfunctional, there's no doubt. I've often wished I could start over in a different situation where I could set the rules afresh.

I guess, in a sense, my sister is only a part of the puzzle. Another part is my father, who's always been distant in a weird way.

Or maybe it's just me.

Yeah, my father is a little similar, except I do speak to him, but only when spoken to.