Is it just completely inevitable that siblings from difficult childhoods aren’t able to have enjoyable relationships with each other as adults?
I think it’s because their roles within the family system that they had to adopt in order to survive, trigger the shit out of each other as adults?
Objectively I love and like my sister.
If I adopt the role as listener for over an hour per FT call, agreeing with everything she says and NEVER offering opinions or advice and certainly never talking about myself, we get on well.
But if I dare to question her narrative about our family members or tell her that I see our parents in a more forgiving light, she either cuts me out for a while or just gets immensely snappy towards me.
It saddens me that our childhood being difficult has the potential to make us closer because we both agree that certain experiences we had were sub-optimal but instead we just seethe at each other.
She’s found her peace by moving abroad and cutting herself off. I’ve found it by having therapy and re-connecting with family who let me down as an adult but now with boundaries and it’s helped me to understand why our parents couldn’t be who they should have been, but it’s also something I treasure, the relationship I have with them all now as an adult. To be honest, it’s felt healing.
Because we can’t see eye to eye on the truth of everything we just clash and I find it such a great shame.
Why is my sibling relationship yet another thing I have to lose to live my life?
Does anyone here have a genuinely loving and soft relationship with their sibling after a traumatic childhood or is it always stolen from us too?