Yes, I think there is a grieving process, because I feel like a failure. Sisters "should" love each other and have fun, but the real truth about us two "sisters" is that we don't really even like each other. She'll send me flossie, glossy holiday cards with gushy hand written messages about what a wonderful sister I am, but when we visit, we invariably get into The Argument. The same Argument it always is -- I've said or done something that hurt her poor feelings, and I owe it to her to listen to her tell me how painful my inadvertent deed is to her.