Well, for those that don't know the story, here's a quick recap. My sister, mom, and dad felt I was an apostate, freaked out on me, then went to the elders and ratted me out. I haven't spoken to her in about 2 months because I didn't like the way that she treated me. After about 1 1/2 I finally started talking to my parents but only a little bit.
So, my brother told her that I hated her (I didn't say that) and that she, my mom, and dad were dividing the entire family. He basically told her that she was wrong for what she did and everything was her and my parents fault. I mean, he totally, totally went off on her.
So, she called me crying. I forgave her. She said that she could have handled it better. I told her that I have always been inquisitive, that is the way Jehovah created me. I can't change the way I am, however, I will no longer talk to family about religious matters because unfortunately it causes divisions.
She was crying and rambled on for a bit. And that was the end of it.