FUBARgenre: The Genre of Fubar

It all started with this:

That’s a recent picture of my sister (second from right) hugging her ex-boyfriend Joe.

After seeing that picture in multiply, I reacted with this:

“Xy, I know Joe may have some good qualities, but I still can’t forgive him for what he did to you. You’re my sister and I love you. I just don’t want you to get hurt again.”

My comment in verbatim. No more, no less.

But of course, it has to be a huge freakin deal.

I’ve been shouted at, cursed at, called pakialamera in 3 languages, and casted in the ranks of the most vile of demons. I’ve also been deleted from multiply and personally attacked in yahoo messenger.

What did I do?

Am I not the same Ate who graciously welcomed Joe into my condo, even when our mom vehemently commanded me to ban him? Am I not the same sister who, after finding out that he “desecrated” our grandma’s bedroom, still summoned up the guts to call the little twit and had a very uncomfortable safe !*1@ talk with him? Am I not the same sister who stood by you when all odds were against you? Am I not the same person who gave up days of rest and sleep to help you sort your own mess?

It pains me how little all of these matter to you. It pains me how quickly you forget. It pains me how easily you can hate me. It pains me - nay, it kills me - to realize that you have absolutely no respect for me.

That you would do this to me in defense of that GUY is really the final straw.

The same guy who got a kick (pun intended) out of hurting you in public, the same guy who left you stranded in an unfamiliar street without a single peso in your wallet, the same guy who called you “whore” and “bitch” and God-knows-what-else, the same guy who taunted you to finish your life even when you were holding a knife to your chest.

Yes, Xy, that guy. The same guy who continues to mentally and emotionally torture you.

Had I acted in haste, had I listened to my instinct, I would have had him beaten to a pulp. Yes, I have the resources to do that. Believe me, everyone would applaud me for it.

Instead, I counseled the little monster. Mentored him, even. Gently willed his good side to overpower his evil.

You very well know that against my better judgment, I continue to give him the benefit of a doubt. And God knows that he doesn’t deserve that.

But for you to let all hell break loose for a single comment? A comment that is neutral at best and only mildly bitter at worst? A comment that took me 5 seconds to type, dammit!?

That’s just below the belt.

And frankly, I’ve had enough.

So let’s just go back to being what we used to be: STRANGERS.

My heart can’t take any more of this sister stuff.

So. Goodbye.