I gave much thought to this situation last night. I reflected on my sister’s opinion of what happened, which blamed me 100% for everything. She thinks this because this is what her daughter told her and how she spinned it. Could it be true? No, it can’t. If I had to break down each step, like this was a f’n murder trial, I would disprove each twist.

The thing is, I shouldn’t have to disprove each twist. If they truly liked and cared for me there wouldn’t have been such harsh feelings toward me and even considerations of my capabilities to be so malicious. There would have been a benefit of the doubt type of reaction. ‘What? T did that? Couldn’t be, she’s so nice!’

Then I realized, my sister basically hated the fact I was even born. I reflected on the few interactions I had with her growing up. The lack of affection. It was always there.

That’s why she jumped to ‘I’m done with this whole family!’

I never did anything to her to warrant that.