So she just called me again. She would barely speak in the beginning. Huge pauses so long that I thought we had been disconnected. She asked me if I knew what was going on, what was up. I told her that I knew that she was had been taken in for observation for a couple of hours on Friday and that she was supposed to be out of her apartment yesterday. I asked her if there was anything else. She said no, but everyone around her talks about her behind her back. I said ok. She asked again if I knew anything. I said that I knew that she would ask Mom for help and then scream at her and tell Mom to die, to fuck off, to get out of her life. And then she would ask for help again. She started yelling at me, telling me that Mom and Dad don't want her to do well, want her under their control. I lost my patience, raised my voice and told her she would not yell at me, that I would not have it. She yelled goodnight and hung up the phone. I waited a few minutes and called her back. She had turned off her phone. I left a message saying that if she yells at me I will not respond in a positive manner. That most people will not respond in a positive manner. I told her that I am just trying to be a sister to her but she cannot yell at me. I will not have it.
That fact of the matter is, she's never been a sister to me. I have a handfull of postive memories with her. I have a truck load of terrible memories. It's hard for me to grasp that she will never be a rational person. She will never be a sister. But I still have to try.