Christmas Crap? No Thanks.

I asked my sister not to send me anything for Christmas. This is the same sister – my only sister – who told me I could not be in her wedding party because I am fat. When I photographed her wedding at her request, she treated my assistant and I like slaves.¬†She treated us worse than the catering staff, actually. After the wedding, she demanded I burn the unedited photos to a DVD and ship the DVD to India out of pocket and that was just the tip of the nasty-behavior-iceberg. She’s not a good person, my sister.

Every year she sends my gift to my mother. My mother quite literally hates me and doesn’t speak to me unless her boyfriend forces her. It’s my sister’s way of ensuring that I interact with my mother and that my mother gets a chance to tell me how I’ve ruined her life. It’s all manipulation.

I’m done with manipulation. I told my sister that Jonathan, Luke, Oliver, and I already have so much and to please donate to our local animal shelter for Christmas. My sister can complain and whine to my dad all she wants but I’m not accepting her Christmas gift of arranged abuse this year. I’m done¬†putting myself in horrible situations for the convenience of others.