I’m the youngest of three girls. I’m 28, and my sisters are 33 and 36.
The 36-year-old I hardly know. She left the house when I was 9 (to be an exchange student for a year), then went straight to college, and from college, straight to marriage. She lives 3,000 miles away from me. Personality-wise, we don’t have much in common. She is very regimented (to outright uptight) and is a fundamentalist Christian who home-schools her children. She’s relaxed somewhat, but still cannot hear a contrary opinion about anything remotely relating to her belief systems. Her daughter adores me, however, as she is basically me all over again (hates dresses, loves to catch animals, loves horses, etc). I see them about once a year.
The other sister, 33, I see fairly often–maybe once a month–as she lives near my parents. She, however, is very different from me as well. Whereas I’m more casual, she’s the fake-bleach-blond, fake-nails, fake-tan, fake-boobs, lots-of-makeup type. And I’m the one who’s lived in California for 14 years! She is very flirty, and though I hesitate to say it, very flighty. She recently snuck off to Vegas to marry some guy none of us knew. They left her 6-year-old son at home for that. (He had just been the ringbearer in my wedding not a month before–how does that look to him? He’s in his aunt’s wedding, but isn’t even allowed to go to his mom’s?) This middle sister and my oldest sister hate each other, and always have. Recently the 33yro tried to reconcile with the 36yro (who had told her she was going to hell two years ago when she filed for divorce), and the 36yro was polite with her, telling her these nice, if of questionable sincerity, platitudes. 33yro sees it as a new beginning–I see it as wanting something she is never going to get.
So, as you might imagine, the three of us aren’t exactly close. I hang out on occasion with the 33yro, but I can’t really say she’s a friend.
I wish I could have a sibling I was close to, but that ain’t the way it works in this family.