I like being an only child.

Tickets have been achieved! I have so many fun things to look forward to between now and August. I love when that happens.

There are times I am fine with being an only child. Then I see some of the sweet moments between my kids and I wish I had a link like that with someone.

My sister is 14 years older than I am, so it's like having a big sister and being an only child, at the same time. Sometimes it's like having two mothers, each from a different generation!

Y'all onlies aren't missing anything. Unless you *want* to listen to another human talk about the same shit for weeks till you find yourself understanding why serial killers cut the tongues out. But my brother's just had a hard couple...decades. I'm sure any day now...nah.

Because I feel like when you grow up you deserve to have a sibling who gets how crazy your childhood was. :)

Doesn't always work that way even if the sibling isn't the root of the crazy. My family is just... there's no short description.

I have so many fun things to look forward to between now and August. I love when that happens.

Like no upstair neighbors from hell.

Teppy, that was a wonderful thing to say.

I have no siblings and I have to say, I turned out okay!

Same here! I like to think that my crazy was lovingly nurtured and works okay for me.

My little sister (who will be 38 on June 29th MY GOD) and I fought - literally - like cats and dogs as kids, but we were also each others playmates until I was about 14 or so.

We kinda of had an stormy relationship - we were just both bullheaded and teenagers and had different personalities types - we are too similiar in some ways, and were not similar enough in others.

But it was still a case of "I will fuck with my sister as much as I want but YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT RIGHT." We have a VERY close relationship now, started when Suzy was about 29 or 30, and the other week, she brought up an incident I had TOTALLY forgotten from when we were in college.

We went to the same college, and I was a Big Deal in the English Department, and hung with other Big Deals in the arty/philosophy/English crowd. (OMG, I laugh at myself so much, but it was fun.) Ah, youth...

I was having a party with my roommates; It was my last semester (1994) and my sister was a sophomore. I was TRASHED, friends. It was my house, my party with my crazy married swingin' (at the time) roommates Dave and Suzanne, and my ex-roomie Lisa was there.

Lisa had been my roomie for a year and knew my sister pretty well, and found me and told me some girl AT MY PARTY was in the hallway trash-talking my sister to LISA!

I mean, it was a party, this chick was in the English Dept, she was my sister's age and lived in her dorm. Probably had no idea who was giving the party - she just came along with another friend of mine.

SO Lisa of course finds my tipsy (and, since Lisa was CHRONIC, I was most likely massively baked also)self and told me all this about there was this girl, she was calling my sister a fucking lying bitch and yadda yadda of that nature.

Now my sister wasn't at the party. And I had no clue what the chick was mad at my sister about, but I knew my sister -- she was a good girl. A really nice, if very blunt-spoken girl. So I knew that she hadn't stolen anything, including a boyfriend, or killed her cat or anything.

I don't remember but a little bit of it, but apparently I called this girl out in the middle of a crowded kitchen surrounded by all my friends, most of whom were The ReallY Fun People You Wanted To Party With (most of whom I am close friends with to this day) and just fucked her verbally. I guess I reamed her out good -- I can't remember what I said, but apparently it was majestically, cooly, verbosely bitchy and accurate, and the girl left in tears.

(And, um, apparently the girl believed me when I said I could ruin her reputation in the English Department, because Suzy said she dropped out at the end of the semester. I certainly hope I was not the cause of that.)

I do remember that feeling of righteous rage -- HULK SMASH -- I was so offended by someone coming into MY house and talking to MY friend about MY sister. I was furious because that is MY LITLE SISTER, you know, that you're saying hateful stuff about.

But I had forgotten this until she brought it up. But it was instinctual for me, I guess, even though we weren't a close as we are now at the time that happened.

Shit like that, though, is why I really try not to get mad at people. I am pretty laid-back and try to be fair-minded, but I have had to learn to just walk away from a situation and keep my damn mouth shut and try to work the zen.

Because I DO rarely get massively ragey and it's ugly, and I don't much care for the bitterly vicious things I say...and a tiny, petty, coldly practical part of me is glad I have the ability to verbally eviscerate someone if need me.

Wow...who ordered therapy with my coffee?! Damn.

And with that, I have to go take the dog to the vet. JOY!

So, like the Hulk, but with words, then?

That's a pretty cool superpower.

Yeah, pretty much.

No green skin, thank god.