And this happened:
About a month ago, my father called to tell me that my younger sister was pregnant. (Like I care! We hate each other! Though sometimes I think that it’s just a comfortable habit at this point, I can’t remember exactly when our relationship became one of animosity).
The only feeling I had about this news was an uncomfortable suspicion that a grandchild might enable her to receive more attention from my father. (Yes, I’m four years old)
Tuesday, Daddy left me a voicemail saying she had miscarried. I haven’t called back as of yet. I don’t know what to say. Additionally, I doubt my ability to sound sincerely sympathetic.
Don’t get me wrong: I don’t wish that on anyone, even her. I hope that she will be able to conceive in the future, if she wishes. I just… well, I don’t even know. I think I’m troubled by my apathetic reaction. Or by his conceivable perception of it.
Side note: When I told my mother about it (aforementioned sister is actually my 1/2 sis, we have same father) she said: I’ll bet she regrets that abortion a few years back.
MEEEEEOOOOOOWWW! Hisssssss!
Ladies and Gentleman: My mother! She knows how to carry a grudge!
But don’t judge her too harshly. It’s easy to say spiteful things about people whom you’ve not seen in over a decade.
And her comment doesn’t BEGIN to touch the things my sister and HER mother would say about me in this situation. Talk about spiteful! Those two are the definition of the word.
