Katie is turning into my best friend. It hasn’t always been this way, we had always been a little like the titans in our clashing of heads. Our parents divorced when we were very young and unlike most children of divorce we lived with our father. Due to the relationships we both had with our mother and father, we have always taken a side and pitted against each other in defence of our parents. We fought like cat and dog when we were children, rubbing each other up the wrong way (normally on purpose) awful words, slaps, punches, pinches, scratches, hair pulling, launching objects at each other – Covent Garden General Stores triangular candles, books, cassette tapes and a (Casio I think) digital alarm clock.
We also had huge amounts of fun together, smoking in alleyways, walking the dogs in the forest, setting fire to things in the garden, trashing our house during parties, standing up to bullies in the playground and comforting each other during our parents rows generally looking out for each other.
Although we would still have horrendous rows right up until our 20s, due to one of us being capitalist (or champagne socialist as a friend put it today) and the other an anarchist who is mellowing in old age. This all changed when Charlie was born, the earth beneath our relationship seemed to take a 180degree shift. She spoils him rotten with her capitalist gains on birthdays and at Christmas; they have their own special relationship. My son takes it upon himself at 3yrs old to be in-charge of table planning at every family meal, and when she is there neither Rob nor I nor anyone for that matter is allowed to sit with him it MUST be Auntie Katie.
All the crap that seemed so important before that caused all our rows has some how vanished now. We haven’t had a row in what seems like forever. We may never fully see eye to eye, we could not be more different even if we tried in to many ways to list, I’m settled down with family and obligations and she’s totally free to do as she pleases.
I love having a Sister someone who I can have a horrible row with and we never say sorry, safe in the knowledge next time we speak it will be like nothing happened. There is no-one I can trust more than my Sister, She’s kept every single one of my secrets, and I have always kept hers, and I am the only one that gets to pinch her and call her names when I feel like it too bonus!!
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