Tuesday, December 27, 2011

I Never Claimed to be a Babysitter --Good, T’otherwise, OR Over the Phonely

My sister (For privacy’s sake, but mostly for lack of a better name, I’ll call her

Rhoda” ),

who I try to avoid at all costs: thank God she lives 199 miles, 3 hours and 40 minutes away from my front porch am not as close to as I probably should be, called to throw a couple of tantrums and behave unreasonably or inappropriately “chit-chat.” About thirty-five minutes into the "conversation," I finally got a word in edgewise, then she abruptly hung up. Hm. Perhaps it was something I said, which just happened to be:

“IF I WERE you, I’d send my
Inner Child to military school.”

YES INDEED, I am a powerful tool (HEAR ME ROAR!), freeing and releasing hidden agenda-areas within that perpetuate into life-long unhappiness if not dealt with.

IN conclusion,
TWO WORDS aimed directly at Rhoda:
You’re welcome!

Sensitively and positively,
because to re-traumatize is not to heal-ly,
SparkleFarkle
~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and Zuzie.

3 comments:

EG Wow said...

Oh dear! Well, some people do need to hear the truth succinctly or they just don't hear. I think Rhoda heard your words. I hope she got the message. :)

SparkleFarkle said...

EG Wow: If my big sis "Rhoda," God love her --at least I think He does(?). I mean somebody's got to. Maybe Momsy does. Yeah, she does. Mom alawys liked "Rhoda" best--has decided selective hearing/memory is now the name of the game, well, I didn't forget that she has a birthday coming up in May! Would you like a sneek-peeky peek of what I might send her? Then cLiCkY-cLiCkY HERE!

SparkleFarkle said...

P.S. That one word is suppose to read "always," NOT "alawys." Sorry, my blunder.