Essie,(thanks for the song), msil, Seven, Cowboy, Caole, Six (I love your 'shitty' hugs), Dana, OUTLAW, Simon....thank you all so much. Your words mean more than you can know.
msil, yes, I loved her, but couldn't help her. We were only 17 months apart. As we got older, I tried to intervene when the drugs and alcohol got to be too much. Many times I got her out of jail. A childhood of abuse made an adult who repeated the pattern. By the time she was 35, she'd been married and divorced 3 times. All abusive husbands. Many times I had to take her to the ER. A fractured rib here, a broken arm there. She never thought she was good enough NOT to be treated that way.
I think the most painful memory I have was the look on her face, (after she'd done something so unimportant as leaving my brother's milk bottle out to get sour), when my mom was beating the crap out of her and said, "You had to be sent here as a test from Jehovah!" My mother then looked her right in the eye and said, "Get thee behind me, Satan!" I can see her face to this day. Total resignation. Total despair. And I actually hated my mother at that moment.
Combine the physical plus mental abuse, and you have my sister. I just think maybe there was something else I could have done to stop her. That will haunt me forever.
Thank you all again from the bottom of my heart.....
April
"Love never dies." Voivodul Vlad Draculea (from Bram Stoker's Dracula-1992)