Another Beautiful Day In Chaos

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't…

The Mean Sister

Confession: I’m a bit of a doormat. I put up with a whole lot of bullshit before I snap. Even then, I tend to safeguard my pain from the people who hurt me. I’m only vulnerable with a handful of people and for them, I’m all in. I cry as easily as I laugh and I am the one to call if you want someone to celebrate your victories as much as hold you while you sob.

I’m a ride or die girlfriend. I’m fiercely protective and I will call out the men who disrespect my ladies. Uncomfortable situations? Yeah, I’m good at those. I expect the best for the people I love and I don’t hesitate to speak up. I’m not a bitch, but I will not turn a blind eye.

I have a rogue eyebrow and a smart mouth. I can’t help myself.

My poor Unicorn is going through a bad breakup and I wish so much that I could hop in the car and show up on her doorstep this afternoon. Having someone betray and destroy you simultaneously, while working full time and raising kids is next level suffering. I can hear it in her voice and my heart is breaking along with hers while my blood starts to boil.

What a stupid man. I take a lot of shit… but when you fuck with my sister, you fuck with the whole trailer park. I go from executive to ghetto in 2.3 seconds. It’s one thing for me to be sad and heartbroken. That I can handle. Her?

Not.

So.

Much.

josh

I talked to her and she’s her brilliant, resilient, self. Confident and faithful… while devastated. She knows she’ll be better than ok and that her life will be happier in the long run. She’s a Unicorn and her and I speak a different language. We feel everything, deeply and heartache is no exception. When we fall in love, we throw ourselves in head first and worry about the depth afterwards. All gas and no breaks. A love with no parts left out. It’s just our way and we’re both well aware of the high emotional cost and the knowledge that we’re not often given the same in return. We joke about duct taping our hearts back together. Nobody else in the world knows just how tempted I am, more than she does.

My Unicorn would show up with every color of sparkly duct tape available.

So when I saw her douchey ex pop up on my messenger, I was only too happy to wish him a shitty day.

J- Dear Trash, 

In case nobody tells you today, you’re a piece of shit and you deserve nothing but the trash you brought into my poor sister’s life. blah……………………………………………………………………………………………blah……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………blah……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. You were NEVER worthy.

He responded promptly.

DF- Classy Jenni! 

🙂 🙂 🙂

J- Enjoy your karma, trash. 

For the record… I never claimed to be the classy sister and when you lie to and cheat on my Unicorn, you summon the crazy underground garage of my character. I don’t respond to filth with kindness and I treat garbage, accordingly.

She may be soft and sad right now, but she thrives in adversity, having already had her time wasted in the past. She’s inspirational in her undying belief in love and the worth of it’s magic. She puts herself all in and to be loved by her is a life-changing experience. We are cut from the same cloth and tied by the same heartstrings. She is my sister and I want so much for her to have what she truly deserves. I’d bet that she’d say the same about me.

We roll hard, knowing the cost is high. We have an undying faith instilled in us by our Hallmark-channel-loving Grandmother, that our happy ending is coming. We give 800% and just as a matter of odds, it has to eventually balance a little better in our favor…right?

josh2

Or it won’t.

The coolest thing we learned as we grew up, was that we’d have a hell of a lot of fun in the moment regardless and we would live every second of the day to its full potential.

So he ends up being basic. Oh well. It was fun for a minute, right?

So he ends up breaking your heart wide open and you want to spend a week in bed crying…

Do it.

We learned that anything that gets you back to happy, is the right path (within reason). Put your pretty smile back on, but don’t lose yourself in the process and all that.

It hurts, we hurt… but it’s ok to be honest about the high cost of being real.

Somehow, the knowledge that it was magic for a minute… is enough. All the shitty behavior can’t take away the joy that it gave, once upon a time…

And THAT… is the real fairytale that we walk away with.

josh3

Categories: Happiness

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