My sister leads a nice life. Stay at home mother, high earner but relaxed and pleasant husband, high flyer well-behaved daughter in secondary school, plenty of money, holidays away every school holidays, overseas frequently, zero caring duties, plenty of being taken out to lunch by our parents and sympathised with because our mother had a similar kind of life.
My sister never mentions any of the positives though. on the rare occasions she writes to me it's to tell me about something dreadful like how daughter had a tiff with a friend or got in trouble at school for wearing the wrong shoes (the school just doesn't understand her!!!), how the grandparents couldn't babysit, or sister's latest health woes. This week it's an MRI and an X ray because her wrist is sore from playing the cello. I've had 5 emails about it.
Sister definitely always wants to get THE MOST sympathy, particularly for health woes.
She is completely incapable of offering any.
So over the years I've told her things like
- my child has been diagnosed with autism and I have no idea if he will ever learn to talk or live independently... zero response
- my child has been expelled from school for behavioural issues and I have to leave my career to homeschool him because there are no schools that will take him... "I had to homeschool in lockdown, it was LOVELY, you're going to love it, so much better than school" and later "well you choose to homeschool him, you don't have to do that, so his social issues are your fault really"
- we don't go on holidays because we can't afford it... "Well maybe we could come over to you and we could all have a skiing holiday? You could pay for the accommodation, ski costs and food though as with our outgoings AND paying for flights we just can't really afford anything else, private school fees are SO expensive"
Recently I said something about my son being rejected from every school in our town except for the one that has aid they'll expel him if he's disruptive (with autism and ADHD unsupported in class, of course he'll bloody be disruptive, and they know it). No response... until the barrage of emails about her sore wrist.
I'm so bloody tired of this. It's been like this since she always used to scream and have to have a plaster for her knee if I had fallen over and hurt myself. I learnt very quickly that my needs didn't matter. Mother always treated her like she was made of porcelain and me as though I was an unwanted piece of plastic. And we're still in this bloody rut and we're on the wrong side of 40.
Honestly, what would you do?