BACK IN THE DAY...
When my sister was little... I was sometimes mean to her. As the older sibling, it was my job. However, I never did like it when other people were mean to her.
And it is still that way today. I can only tolerate a certain amount before the shit reaches critical mass.
Someone is being mean to my sister, and I don't like it. No sir, I don't like it at all.
In the famous words of Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along?"
I'm trying to be nice, the sistah is trying to upbeat and not dwell on the shit, and the other two parties just keep on hammering.
It is time to stop the madness. I am starting to feel that there is harassment going on. So far, the harassment and shit flinging has not been returned by my sister.
And while I'm talking about my sister, let me just say that she is a loving, sweet, generous, talented, big hearted person.
She has a reason to be upset with the other party. She could fling some shit herself, but she has tried to move on and just get past the whole thing. The other party wants to roll in it and keep on pointing the bony finger of blame.
I'm rambling here, but the main point is this: I am tired of the sister slamming shit. It's time to move on. She's not fighting back, she's letting the other party look good and feel exhonerated at her expense, when we all know it's not the truth.