My sister came to visit this weekend. It was actually a nice visit. My sister lives about 4 hours or so away so we dont see her very much. Especially when she was married to her psycho husband who thank god she divorced last year. I wont get into how awful he was but he is very much deserving of a car accident.
Anyways my sister and I were talking about the past when we were kids. My sister was always the pretty one, the popular one, the one who gave my parents the most trouble, got all the guys all the friends. she wasnt very nice to me at all, wound lead my clothes to her friends without asking...that sort of thing. she didnt remember half of the things she did to me when we were kids. We never had much in common.
As we were talking she was talking about her new boyfriend, a guy who is completely not her regular type...an actual nice guy. she was amazed how much she loved him and kept going on about how he wasnt her type but she loved him. I just told her thats how love it and to stop going on about her type...her type has been terrible it was time for her to looke beyond her "type". we laughed and talked about our kids and other things.
I told her, that at that moment, right then around the table drinking coffee and talking was probably the first time in our entire lives that we were the most alike we had ever been or probably ever will be.