I am thinking about writing an open letter to my siblings, full of wit, candor, humor, a treatise of sorts. I am so weary of their kvetching about various subjects and maybe, just maybe, if I am able to craft it with such precision and aplomb, I can just refer them to the relevant paragraph, I won't have to listen to their kvetching as much. Or they will simply quit talking to me.
Like Melynie. Still haven't figured out that one. I suspect it has something to do with the fact she found out her DUI/ambulance bills had showed up on my driving record/credit report and so I knew about it. Or maybe because I pulled her from the back seat of a friend's car when she was so full of drugs and alcohol that she nearly died in my parents room before the paramedics got there. Maybe she wanted to die and has been pissed at me for the past 14 years over it.
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