{"id":142,"date":"2007-10-30T10:15:17","date_gmt":"2007-10-30T10:15:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/estrangements.com\/theblog\/2007\/10\/30\/sisters-estrang\/"},"modified":"2007-10-30T10:15:17","modified_gmt":"2007-10-30T10:15:17","slug":"sisters-estrang","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/estrangements.com\/theblog\/2007\/10\/30\/sisters-estrang\/","title":{"rendered":"<h3>Sisters: Estrangement &#038; Reconciliation<\/h3>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>October has been a busy month for me. No time to read books. Although I find time to sit at the computer and read and write. It takes a conscious effort to pick up a book to read rather than go online and browse through the vast tomes of the internet. I have several books waiting for my attention. One being My Mother&#8217;s Daughter: a memoir by Rona Maynard.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I was surprised to receive an email from Rona Maynard yesterday. She<br \/>\nhad discovered my website and weblog. She sent me links to her website,<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.ronamaynard.com\/\">ronamaynard.com,<\/a> and to her sister&#8217;s website, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.joycemaynard.com\/\">joycemaynard.com.<\/a><br \/>\nRecently they jointly wrote an article for the American and Canadian<br \/>\neditions of MORE magazine. Each has their own story on their respective<br \/>\nwebsites. Their relationship is blossoming at long last.<\/p>\n<p>\nI never had siblings. I have had differing feelings about whether I<br \/>\nwould have wanted sisters and brothers. For most of my life I felt<br \/>\ngrateful that I didn&#8217;t have siblings because I didn&#8217;t want<br \/>\nanyone else to experience my parents&#8217; bad behavior. For them to have had<br \/>\none child was enough. <\/p>\n<p>Not that they were the worst parents in the world.<br \/>\nI am not saying that. I don&#8217;t feel vindictive and angry at either of<br \/>\nthem. But I have felt relief that no one else besides me had to have<br \/>\nthem as parents. They were too wrapped up on other<br \/>\nthings like drinking, my father&#8217;s gambling, my mother&#8217;s depression and emotional instability, and conflict with each other to pay attention to a kid.<\/p>\n<p>\nIn recent years I have been more involved in activities where I need to work with groups of people. I am more socially involved than I&#8217;ve ever<br \/>\nbeen before. I have had to learn how to get along with<br \/>\npeople who are unlike me, who have different interests, who have had<br \/>\nvery different life paths. Many of them are people I would not have tried to get to know if I had met them casually. I find myself feeling such affection for<br \/>\nmany of them, even though we come from such very different<br \/>\nbackgrounds. <\/p>\n<p>Feeling such affection for these new friends whom I never would have chosen as friends if I hadn&#8217;t been involved in these groups, I have wondered<br \/>\nwhat it might have been like to have a sister. I mentioned that<br \/>\nrecently and one woman who has a sister stated that it isn&#8217;t always<br \/>\ngood. As I type this, I realize that one of my new friends told me<br \/>\nrecently that she has been estranged by one of her two sisters. Then reading the stories written by the Maynard sisters, I realize that having a sibling can be another source of pain and frustration. It must be terrible to wish for and never have a relationship that matched up to that illusory one we have in our heads.<\/p>\n<p>\nI am thinking that having a sister or a brother must be great when it works and hell when it doesn&#8217;t. I am having a fantasy of having a sister and it is a<br \/>\nlovely fantasy.<\/p>\n<p>Ginny<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>October has been a busy month for me. No time to read books. Although I find time to sit at the computer and read and write. It takes a conscious effort to pick up a book to read rather than go online and browse through the vast tomes of the internet. 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