Remember these:
How ironic that I would have put a tag that proclaimed, “LIFE” on them. In early December, just after receiving my box of Christmas goodies, my brother and his girlfriend broke up.
And yes, this is the same girlfriend I’ve voiced objections to in the past, for those of you who have been keeping up with my familial drama. There is nothing wrong with this girl, for the record. She seems really delightful from what I can gather from the snippets of information I strong-arm out of my brother on occasion. It’s just that she is significantly younger than my little brother and he’s been down this road before…with a girl too young and ended up BURNED. I’m an older sister, who has NOT forgotten that fiasco and am a bit over-protective. I’m also opinionated. My prerogative.
You’d think I’d be elated considering this is the same girlfriend I politely outed on my blog for lurking last summer. I didn’t have an issue that she read my blog, but that she was looking for dirt on the family via my blog. And let me tell you, there’s dirt. I just don’t blog about it. And my little rant, and it was a rant, oh boy did that cause trouble. My brother let me me have it up one side and then down another and then backwards. Fortunately for me, all his comments on my blog went to straight to moderation and I just hit the “delete” button. I’m a good sister like that… I might voice my objections about your girlfriend privately, but I’m not going to let you make an ass of yourself on my blog so that you can regret it later. I know you’re being an ass, my readership doesn’t need to know that unless I tell them. And just so you know, I love this little brother of mine, but he was being an ass. He’ll say I started it.
Anyhow, you would think with all the drama, I’d be happy to see her go. But… I’m not. I’m sad for them both. December is a retched time of year to end relationships. And for the time they were together, my brother seemed genuinely happy. I still have reservations about her age… but, I’d be saying that if they’d been married for 20 years because I’m the older sister and once I’ve made a decree, I’m never wrong. (FYI: I’m never wrong and my brother knows everything, and we get this from our dad!) In fact, I made the Smittens as an act of kindness… a peace offering if you will. A little way of saying, “I might not approve completely, but I do accept it.” And despite my position of older sister, my approval isn’t necessary. The basic fact is, whomever Mark decides to bring into our family I will learn to love because I love my little brother. This was my way of working into that love…because love is sometimes work. And how sad that they won’t be holding hands together into a shared Life.
So, I’m now calling these things, “Smittens of Death.” You think I could sell them on esty as a break-up tool?
Yeah – I’m sad for bro too. Don’t know the whole story but have to trust that it is right. As for “Smittens of Death” – ONLY if you embed thorns in them on the inside. From the outside they would be all warm and cuddly but on the inside would be the horrible truth… only problem… can we say, lawsuit? Then again – might give people something to have in common on which to re-build a relationship. Nothing says everlasting love like a lawsuit… 😉
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See, I was just thinking the things are bad luck. Kinda like when your parents would put in a lawn, they would then end up moving. YOU NEED SLEEP. Thorns on the inside. NO MORE SCI-FI FOR YOU. Heh. 😉
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I am kinda sad, tho. I was getting used to the idea of her being family and it seemed like that was about to happen. ~W
Indeed but then again – perhaps she realized that she needs to live a little before getting married and perhaps bro was wise enough to see that and realize that he needs to live a bit too…
Aww that’s sad (no sarcasm, honest!). I think it’s wonderful that he has a big sister like you to keep him in line, though – and to be there for him.
(Here’s the sarcastic part) And now I have Neil Sedaka in my head. Thanks for that. Thanks a LOT. “They say that breakin’ up is hard to do. Now I know, I know that it’s true.” ACK!
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I will not take responsibility for Neil Sedaka… that’s all in YOUR head! As for Mark, he’d say I’m too meddlesome and difficult. Of course, I’d reply, “What’s your point exactly?” 😀 ~WÂÂ
Smittens of… DOOM! I’m giggling 🙂
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Oh man, so am I. I feel so badly, tho. I’m not narcissistic enough to think my smittens had anything to do with it—but could my timing have been any worse?? Sheesh. And what’s worse, is that I didn’t send my brother a bigger gift because that was supposed to be the “you’re a couple now” gift. So… dang. ~W
Oh yes… this is a great MIL gift! Are the thorns extra or will they be standard issue? I think a matching
ear muffmouth muff would be the PERFECT companion.BTW… Sorry about you little bro. I’m a big sister too and understand. :o)
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A sister worries… and as much as their age difference bugs me (and does it!!) she was really, really good for him. I have a feeling he’s going to regret this for a very, very long time. Even I could see she was the one.
As for your MIL… I’m so staying out of that! 😀 ~W
No thank you on the jinxed gift-HA HA. My brother married someone quite a lot younger, and it’s created some difficulties.We love her, but she’s young, opinionated, and selfish. She is fortunate that my brother is easy going, kind and generous. If it were me, her ears would be ringing. There have been many times I have had to bite my tongue, like when she goes on and on about how my brother will work two jobs, so she NEVER has to work. (since working mothers are evil, you know) I have been one for 20 years, so it is hard to listen to that!
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I think sometimes we forget that the choices we make can’t be enforced on other people. I get grief from people who know about my education and then find out I’m staying at home with my kid for the moment. It’s personal—and there has to be a way of saying “This is for me” without making other people feel like their choices aren’t appropriate. Some moms are better moms because they work! And some moms need to be home. And some of us will split the difference. :D But, like newly in-love people, sometimes we forget that our enthusiasm for our own choices is just that—OURS. ~W
I wonder if this is a version of “knit a sweater for the boyfriend and then he dumps you” thing. It must be ALL your fault for making those evil things!
I think you’re just great for getting past the snooping (a major pet peeve of mine) and embracing her into your family. I’m sorry that it didn’t work out for them.