Softy at Heart
I must admit that most of the time I am a softy. I cried watching United Negro College Fund and McDonald's commercials. I cried watching movies about families when problems are solved at the end.
I am a democratic supervisor. I want my staff to be happy and to enjoy coming to work. When they are they overproduce and I meet all company's goals and objectives. I help folks who are trying to help themselves. But when I know that someone is trying to use me, I step back and resist any efforts to help them.
I helped raised three of my sister’s kids because she was too ill to raise them. Sending them on trips across the country with churches, and organized groups, helping them with their dreams and doing whatever I could to assure that they knew that with a good education they could be prosperous. Don't get me wrong I know that there are many fields where the pay is lower than expected but I introduced them to highly technical fields like animation, engineering and medicine. I want my nieces and nephews to excel.
I have helped all of my nieces and nephews financially, and I have six nieces and seven nephews. I have helped pay mortgages, down payments on homes, college tuition and books and bought two used cars. I am not rich. My husband and I are hard working people, with one child. We have received so many blessings from God. I thank him dearly. I am not bragging. I love teens and support organizations that help them.
Why am I venting? My feelings are hurt. My relatives are here from out of town and one spent the night with my sister. My sister shared with her that I am all about me. That I only think of and want the best for my child and that I have helped one sisters' children more than hers. She even said that I think I am better than others. That pissed me off. Her child was the one that I paid partial tuition, books and bought her a car and even though she paid me back for the car it took a long time and we never pressured her. I have also helped her son with many of his issues when my sister called me. I did this because I truly love my family and thought we all loved each other. My sister has always supported me at least I thought she did.
Now the cousin who talked to me is not a trouble maker, she was concerned and wanted to know what broke down our relationship. This cousin is very young and has cancer. I had to explain to her that my sister and I are not at odds with each other in any way. We talk daily. She even handles some of my media and publicity. I will never mention what she told me to my sister. I know my sister said it. I expect others to disappoint me but not my family. This truly hurt. But I know that this too will pass.