She has decided to give the baby up for adoption. I’m proud of her for this decision, and I wouldn’t have expected it from her.
Maybe that’s part of the problem. Over the past few years, I’ve come to expect her to make decisions based on how much they would hurt our mother. She has spiraled downward pretty fast recently. She has no chance to graduate high school.
The father of this baby has been arrested twice for violent crimes, both involving knives (one in which he seriously injured someone). But they’re in love! If we would just open our minds, we would see what a good person he is. I have come to expect her to make foolish decisions like this, though, and maybe that’s part of the reason that I don’t see her climbing out of the pit she’s dug for herself. We (her family) expect her to fail, and are not surprised when she does.
I wish someone could help her. I don’t think I can, and I’m a little ashamed of how I have treated her for so long. I have been disappointed in her for so long that I’m not even sure what it would feel like to see her succeed at something. She is a disappointment. It’s how I feel, even though it’s an ugly feeling, and hard to admit to myself.
Maybe now that I recognize the disservice I’ve done her, I can actually be there for her. I’m sure now that she doesn’t know what it feels like to be able to depend on someone, and she might not even know how to react to it. I want to be there for her. I want to stop judging her, and help her feel better about herself, but I really don’t know how. I’m afraid that the disappointment will seep through in an obvious way whenever I’m around her. There’s no way she can trust me if it’s obvious that I don’t even take her seriously.
So what can I do? She just told me tonight, and my first thought of reaction was to demand that she learn from this mistake, and try to force her eyes open to the fact that she’s been acting ridiculously defiant for no reason, and to just fucking LISTEN TO US FOR ONCE IN HER GODDAMNED LIFE, but I didn’t say it. I didn’t say anything. I just thought. After a few seconds, I realized how terribly unhelpful such a response would be, and after that I was able to keep my responses fairly distant and unemotional. It was all I could think of.
I hope that comes across as something like “I don’t want to intrude on your life, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to influence your decisions.” I AM proud of her decision though, but I don’t want to come out and say it because I’m still afraid of her changing her mind out of juvenile spite if she finds out what I think.
Do you think there’s anything I can do to fix my relationship with my sister? More importantly, is there anything I can do to help her be happy, and comfortable with herself?