Susanne and I are siblings. I don’t like her and, unsurprisingly, she doesn’t particularly like me either. Everyone said we’d grow out of our mutual animosity, but the past thirty-five years have proven them wrong. We both politely attend family events and support our mother, who despite her fragile health, hardly needs our assistance. Both my sister and I know this, but if we didn’t act this way, we'd have nothing to talk about. She has everything I lack in life, and I possess everything she misses out on.
I felt bad for your situation but was glad for your necessary intervention. I'm glad for the perspective you have. You deserve your best life.