ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

Last night I had to go to a dinner with some of my siblings -- a "sisters' dinner," (although 2 brothers were in attendance as well) organized by we-can-all-guess-who. Whatever. I went. To keep up appearances that I am a good sister (oh wait, I don't think any of them harbor that illusion). It ended up being exactly what I expected, which is what sibling gatherings always are: a chance to bash on/gossip about everyone not there, and some there, but mainly my parents. And then everyone shares around their bits of family secrets and compares notes and half the time the same person has said the opposite thing to two different people, so then you get in fights over what version you should believe - comes often down to which person the person in question likes better, and therefore would tell the "real" version to. So...these gatherings can be very interesting and revealing sometimes, but always downright depressing about how fucked-up my family is. (We all agree on this except for miss goody-two-shoes and the organizer of the dinner. They idolize my parents to no end. They may think some siblings are fucked-up (mainly anyone not like them), but my parents can do no wrong.)

Anyway, I did learn some juicy things, like what "really" happened to X sibling to change their personality so dramatically, or what was really going on 10 years ago during some family drama. Some things that aren't exactly any of my business, but some that were - for example, my oldest sister thought that the reason I stopped talking to her when I was about 10-11 years old was because I hated her. I didnt know she had thought that all these years, so I think she was somewhat pleasantly surprised to learn that actually when I was that old she was one of my only friends and I cried every night because my mom forbade me to hang out with her since she was going to "corrupt" me. (She used to read me bedtime stories every night, but I would get in terrifying loads of trouble if we were ever caught, so I had to stop showing up.) So...13 years later, that's out in the open. And I learned about some of the rumors my mother has been spreading about me around the family, so I had to set them straight, even though some of them were rather personal matters that no one had any business talking about anyway...all the more frustrating that they were getting the wrong story.

Anyway. Gah. I would spill everything here but I feel that is not very nice. Otherwise this would have been a much more interesting post. Sorry.