Family

As I've mentioned a couple of times before, joining Facebook has had a few advantages.  For instance, I've made contact with some family members I hadn't spoken with in a very long time.

Like my older half sister. 

I don't know if my male genetic donor abused her like he did us, but I suspect so.  I suspect that she went the opposite way I did: instead of admitting it and making sure nobody could successfully shut me up, she's denied it, possibly even to herself. 

No matter--she's still my sister.  She's made more of herself than my younger sister.  She's been through more, too: ten years on meth, and now, three years clean.  I couldn't be prouder of her.

I'm actually really glad that I've gotten back in contact with her, now--her fiance managed to quit drinking, but that changed him into a completely different person, one who's broken the engagement.  And now, that means my sister's life is going through another complete upheaval, since she's trying to come back home (lives in a different bedroom community than the one I do, but in the same metropolitan area).

I'm really glad, because that means I can be here for her, when she needs a break from her mom. 

And it doesn't hurt that the pixie took an instant liking to her when she visited earlier this afternoon (she cried for ten minutes when her new auntie had to leave to go back to where she's currently living and working).