I haven't posted about my BSC sister in a while. Weird, right? Or weird for me, but really just a sign of total happiness cuz I booted her out of my life.
Well, FI and I met up with my parents last night to have dinner for my dad's birthday. It was going great, we were having fun, I haven't seen or talked to my dad in a while so there was no tension.
Then my mom says, "Hey, your sister called me and said that she would like to be in your wedding party IF you want her to be, so all you have to do is ask."
I started laughing. I said, "Um, yeah. Remember? I did ask. And she said yes. And she was my maid of honor. And then she went fucking psycho. So I reached out to her to fix it. So she attacked me. She removed herself from my wedding party. And now she wants me to ask again? What fucking Twilight Zone am I in?"
My mom asked, "Well do you want me to say anything to her for you?"
Before I could even answer, my dad interjected, "NO! STAY OUT OF IT!"
I nodded, and said, "Yep. Stay out of it. Cuz ya know what? Life gets way more fun and less stressful when you're able to recognize the things that are NOT your problem. Like my sister's psychotic behavior? That's not my problem. And it's not your problem. Remember? Remember how we talked about this before? You don't need to worry about it, you just need to say to yourself 'well that is not my fucking problem!' So anyway, how's the sea bass?"
Overall it was a fun night, besides that 2 minute stupid convo about my BSC sister, but I successfully changed the subject and my parents followed suit. They get that I don't want to talk about it, and they both acknowledge that I've done everything I can (and far more than I needed to) to return things to a state of peace. They know my sister is being a crazy asshole.
I had a delicious dinner, 2 dirty martinis with Hendricks (my favorite gin) and we each got a dessert and shared with each other (molten chocolate fudge cake with vanilla bean gelato, lavender and honey gelato, sugar-dusted house-made doughnut holes with coffee-chocolate sauce, and Mexican chocolate something or other. ZOMG so good. Overall, awesome night.
HOWEVER. Here's what gets me. My sister fucking threw the ball back into my court because that's what a manipulative pretending-to-be-the-victim bitch she is. I know, all of you are thinking "but you know it's not your problem so why are you worrying about it?" Because of her new fucking scheme. "All Novella has to do is ask and I'll be there for her." NOPE! I'm not getting back on that bus! NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE. Enough damage has been done. I'm not going back for more. And she knows this.
She just put herself in the most sadistically perfect spot. Because either 1) I go crawling to her again for more abuse [NOPE!] or 2) I don't "ask her" so she gets to run around crying to all our relatives that she tried to be there for me and I scorned her and wouldn't allow her in my wedding. So even though she already removed herself, she's given me an opening to let her back in and when I don't take it, she now gets to say that I kicked her out. Even though I didn't. This is the fucking game she plays. I lose! If I lose I lose, if I win I lose, if I do nothing I lose, if I do something I lose. Summary: I lose I lose I lose. That fucking bitch.