I have to accept that my sister has limitations.
I have limitations as well.
Our relationship has only deteriorated since that day in May.
No we are not fighting anymore, no we are not exchanging hostile and nasty text messages.
But also gone are the phone conversations, and me having any idea of what is going on her in life.
I have been excluded.
I am thankful in a way because this means I no longer hear about hateful and stupid my parents.
I no longer hear that I have no empathy, and have let her down.
I have lost her confidence, and she has lost mine.
I am content that at 37 she can live her own life, and all I want at this point is for to be happy.
That is all I have ever wanted.
I have failed at that goal, and it not my responsibility to keep trying.
It is very hard to be friends with someone that can explode for any and all reasons.
I love her but that is not enough anymore.
At some point you need to like your siblings when the bonds of family are strayed and torn.
And I just don't like her that much anymore.