My dad had seven children with three wives. I am still getting to know the younger ones, who live in another county. One was an athlete in college, and she was the apple of daddy’s eye. He had always wanted a tennis player and with her, he got one.
Years after graduating from college, she wondered what to do with her life. She lived with her dad until his health took a drastic turn. She loved him so much that she hastened to move out, leaving the duties of caring for him to my brother, who took a three month sabbatical from his job in a city up north.
Sometimes when I was visiting my dad, she would arrive for a visit. She would prance around for him like a palace courtesan before a king. As she explained to the other exhausted siblings, “I give him joy!”
When our dad got weaker and needed help paying his bills. she conducted whispered meetings with him at his bedside, accusing various family members of stealing from his wallet and even stealing his medication. Poor girl. That’s what love is, isn’t it? She was just trying to protect him!
Now that my dad is gone, I still don’t know what makes this girl tick. I like how she manages to avoid getting a job, because that has been my lifelong dream as well. (See Office Space.)
I love her blog, which is a tribute to hippies, many of them nude in a forest or commune or something. You can scroll and scroll, losing yourself in peace signs, long stringy hair and little proverbs about karma and creativity.
Creativity: I wish I had more, don’t you? Then no one would know that I’ve removed the camera-shy siblings from the photo above. Maybe my dad wouldn’t mind the extra hands and feet in this photo. I know he would criticize my hair. If only he’d lived long enough to see my silky keratin treatment.
Anyway, now she has assumed control of our dad’s trust. It’s nice to know it’s in such competent hands. Stay tuned for Part II.
Oh dear.
FWIW Sister – it only takes a little bit of court paperwork to mangle the trust and tie it up in knots for years. So if you aren’t happy with her being the trustee go on ahead and file. It will at the very least keep her from being able to touch any $ the trust contains.
Sometimes a hippie needs a
You speak sarcasm with such a charming accent. Others can only hope to achieve your native grace!
jlynn – I have edited your post, because a hippie needs so many things, I think it best to leave it to our imagination.
Lynn – Now see here, are you implying that I am less than earnest??
If it makes you feel any better I think most families have one of these coniving, mother-fucking little turds. My father’s sister had their elderly, confused mother cut Dad out of her will. And to think they once shared a womb?
Sorry, ‘conniving’.
SW, I appreciate your editorial good judgement; my first post was a gut reaction to the story and the smarmy look on ss’s face. It didn’t actually apply to all hippies, just the callous, narcissistic ones whose empty smiles were perfected over years of practicing human expressions in the mirror. Soulless vulture.
I only hope you’re beyond expecting anything more from her…
By the way, are relatives eligible to win Cunt of the Week?
Sometimes a very early vasectomy is the way to go.
Madam Restora – How awful! Although my sister is not a turd but rather a lovely lovely girl! The lawyer she has hired, though, does not seem very nice.
jlynn – I believe that some of my relatives may be Cunt of the Century, but my sis is nothing but lovely and delightful. Again, I am not thrilled by her lawyer’s hostile manner.
Andra – A vasectomy can often be very thoughtful, yes.
Women become empowered when we cease tying our worth to what our fathers think of us. SW, “it’s not the principle, it’s the money”….engage an attorney.
D.R., truer words were never spoken!
Do you find out what makes her tick in part II?
That would be nice. I’ll send it to my own sister and tell her I am pretty sure our part one is more than halfway over…so could she please start making sense already.
Is she the one who encouraged him to sell the ring you were meant to have?
ali – Maybe in Part III I will make some progress with that.
Kellie – Why yes, she did play a role in that! And I’m sure her motive was pure love.
we luckily haven’t had any of these issues (yet) in my family, but only because our dad kept our half-sister hidden from us until i was 28. (she’s my age! so comforting to know that daddy was dicking around on mom while she was pregnant with me). i’ve still never met the half-sis. of course, things will get interesting when dad dies and we’ll have to divvy up some other family assets among all of his offspring…
narcissistic fathers do make for interesting daughters, though.
In all earnestness, Sister, I think your other sister (the one you did the video with) sounds nicer. Though ring-selling, bedside-conference-having, tennis-playing sister does set a rather low bar for ‘nice’, if you don’t mind my saying so.
Thriftstorelawyer – Wow. Those family secrets can be mindblowing. Add a will and everything blows up in the worst way. Is there any chance you might like the half-sister?
Dru – Oh, my real sister, the one I grew up with, is a wonderful sister. We still speak in the language we made-up as little kids.
Well, I can see why you just love her! What a fabulous girl she must be. All sweetness and light.
xxx
Just looking at the picture, you look like a real person, and she…does not. Talk about a smile that doesn’t reach the eyes…
Losing people is hard and this kind of B.S. makes it harder, but on the upside, you do get a good focus for your hate/anger. It’s a shame we all have to go through it. I was always lead to believe that grief united people…more B.S!
there is always one.
I’m sorry and sad for your loss. I’m glad you have a sister like that though, people like us need people like that in our lives so we can see that, although we aren’t pillars of self esteem, at least we’re not THAT! Keep on keepin it real, sister.