I did not know about my grandmother's death until a few weeks after it happened when I got a phone call from my aunt yelling at me for ransacking her house and taking money out of her bank. I also got a letter from my father threatening to sue me if I didn't return any of the gold albums, the ones he assumed I took, the ones rewarded to him. I didn't worry about it as I had nothing to do with it, yet somehow my name was brought up.
Then there were the articles against the family that, somehow,
I was a part of, simply because it was signed "one of the twins" and
riddled with misspelled words.
One, in particular, showed up in The Enquirer, claiming that
our sister is not our sister nor the true daughter of our father. My name was
even mentioned in the article as if I agreed with that scenario.
I'm also considered bitter, angry, and jealous by one of my
siblings though I believe it’s because it helps them feel justified in their
actions to view me as not their sibling.
The truth is, the only thing I've ever stolen was a 1970s
toy Transformer at the age of 10, but seeing George (my dad's driver at the
time) yell at my younger brother for stealing a pack of gum on the same night,
I promised myself never to steal again, and I'm happy to say, I kept that
promise.
I also didn't write any articles on any web pages against my family when they first started showing up. When I did begin writing them many years later, however, I made sure to sign them as I didn't want anyone to be accused of having my opinion.
Nor did I know anything about The Enquirer article until my twin brother warned me a day before it was printed. I also can't entirely agree with it as I feel my sister is my sister regardless of her bloodline, plus I was adopted, so I would be the last to talk about "true" family members.
I am also not bitter, angry, or even jealous, perhaps a bit
envious of all my siblings, but that's because I had always looked up to them
while growing up, even my baby sister and her twin brother, but never jealous
as I've always wished them the best in life. In fact, I've always supported my
family, and I often allowed their schemes, the ones that included me, to play
their part as I felt
if any family member wanted to know the truth, they would
ask. They never did; instead, they
pretended that what they heard was valid because it fed into their agenda. Does
it bother me? Not really.
I don't play their games; I'm not good at them, nor would I
want to be. I don't gaslight, manipulate or cast them out of my life. I live my
life the best I can. For many years, I no longer looked for my dad's approval
or acceptance or felt a need to make him proud of me. I've accepted who my
siblings are and how they are, and whether I agree with their way of life,
their actions, their beliefs, or personality is irrelevant; they are my
siblings, and I love them, yet I am a stranger to them because they see me as
they want to see me and not as I am.