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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 659223" data-attributes="member: 17461">They probably are strangers.&nbsp; I think they must be, because I cannot understand the things they have been doing since my father's death and even, before that.But I still do have the my sister/myself place within.&nbsp; And that my mother/myself place.&nbsp; My mom is so darn mean though that nothing she would do would surprise me.&nbsp; Well, it does surprise me, what she does.&nbsp; But it's more like a dull shock atop a mountain of shocks.&nbsp; But my sister is a horrifying surprise.&nbsp; Like the way it feels when you see a really big, black spider with red eyes and dripping venom.&nbsp; and you realize that is only your sister, your little sister, and so you excuse it and disbelieve the intent in it.Until the skanky biatch takes after your daughter.Ahem.CedarWell, and here's the thing about that.&nbsp; Until she was hurt, my daughter was never vulnerable to my sister.&nbsp; She would like an aunt, so she loves her whenever that option arises and forgets about her when it doesn't pan out.So my sister has tried to do this to her before, then.But when my daughter was hurt and so addled and so defenseless ~ maybe my sister did what she has always done.&nbsp; I just never cared what she did before, because I cleaned it up and put it in &quot;That's My Sister&quot; land and forgot about it.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 659223, member: 17461"] They probably are strangers. I think they must be, because I cannot understand the things they have been doing since my father's death and even, before that. But I still do have the my sister/myself place within. And that my mother/myself place. My mom is so darn mean though that nothing she would do would surprise me. Well, it does surprise me, what she does. But it's more like a dull shock atop a mountain of shocks. But my sister is a horrifying surprise. Like the way it feels when you see a really big, black spider with red eyes and dripping venom. and you realize that is only your sister, your [I]little[/I] sister, and so you excuse it and disbelieve the intent in it. Until the skanky biatch takes after your daughter. Ahem. Cedar Well, and here's the thing about that. Until she was hurt, my daughter was never vulnerable to my sister. She would like an aunt, so she loves her whenever that option arises and forgets about her when it doesn't pan out. So my sister has tried to do this to her before, then. But when my daughter was hurt and so addled and so defenseless ~ maybe my sister did what she has always done. I just never cared what she did before, because I cleaned it up and put it in "That's My Sister" land and forgot about it. [/QUOTE]

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