I Wonder if I Will Ever Talk to My Sister Again
And I hope that my niece doesn't get any more jabs.
My family is not close.
We splintered like kindling as we all grew into adulthood escaping an abusive household, each with our own set of defense mechanisms.
Mine is a protective cauldron of anger. And a rigorous, annoying, and persistent search for truth. Borderline pathological.
There are few people who hate bullshit more than me.
My sister’s primary def…