11816; 2:21pm

Don’t you hate it when you stick your neck out for people and defend people and be there for people, and then they act so unappreciative and ungrateful about it? Yeah, that’s pretty much how I’ve felt about her the past couple of weeks.

When shit really goes down, she acts like my problems are a burden to her, that it’s something she has to “deal” with. What a brat.

When her and her boyfriend broke up and she didn’t have a place to live, who did she turn to? Me. I took her in, gave her a place to stay, rent free at first for two months, and then she stayed permanently. I gave up my sanctuary, my place of peace where I can be alone, so that she could have a place to live. I had been waiting forever to have a place of my own but I gave that up for her because that’s the right thing to do.

To console her, I took her out with me, and let her spend time with me. I introduced her to my friends. I taught her how to talk to people and how to make friends because as she was in a relationship for three years and never went out, I gave her some pointers when we were around people. Ask for phone numbers, I told her. Don’t be weird or tell people you just meet too much about you. Ask them basic questions like what year they were, their major, or things of that sort. Okay, she said.

As weeks turned into months, I could tell she became more confident in the way she interacted with people. Those people, my friends. Still though, she wasn’t yet comfortable going out to places without me, so I continued going out with her. If I was too busy, I’d tell her that there were events at so-and-so’s house, you should check it out and maybe take part in the big bro-little sis program.

That night she went and came home with a big bro. Great, that’s good for her. Now she has friends. I later found out who her big bro was and of course he’s my friend. That’s cool too.

Within the past month, the way she dressed changed. Her wardrobe became similar to the people she hung out with, wearing Diamond, Huff, all those fuck boy/girl brands. Whatever, no big deal I guess.

And then I started to notice, her phone vibrates and she’s up and getting ready and leaves the house without even saying anything. I ask her where she’s going and she says, oh, the library. Okay. Later on in the night, I’m laying in bed figuring out my plans for the night and guess who I’d see in my friends’ SnapChats, my precious baby sister. Hmm.. Thought you were at the library, I texted her. She says that she was but her big bro texted her to come drink.

That’s cool. Didn’t ever think to let me know or ask me if I wanted to meet up? When this began to become a routine, I realized how used I felt. So you only talk to me when it’s convenient for you? Okay, some sister you are. Spoiled little brat who doesn’t even know how to show any type of appreciation for where you are today. I created you. I gave you what you have and I can easily take it away if I was just as heartless as you are.

Be careful though, one wrong move and I’ll kick your ass in the street. I promise you, these friends that you have, I’ve known them many years longer than you have. They’re friends for fun, but if shit goes down for you, I can guarantee that they’ll never take you in the way that I did. If I kicked you out of my house, I promise you that you will not have a place to live with them for long.

Don’t ever forget where you came from and the people who got you to where you are today. Those are the people that had your back from day one, not the people that you’re barely just getting to know right now…

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