I wound up in a discussion about families and interventions.
Full disclosure: The rest of this post covers a topic I am completely innocent about - relations between siblings.
The other party wondered why none of his sisters intervened when he was in a five year drug binge to say, "we're concerned."
Rick and his sister fought for 68 years, so no help there. Furthermore, when it counted no one stood up to that woman, and told her she was doing the wrong thing. No luck there for guidance.
Then I thought of the Amate.
He had a sister and a brother in the Bay Area. I didn't get to meet the brother, who swore he would not have a maricon in his house. But the Amate told me that his sister in law basically sat her husband down and said, "He's your brother. I want our kids to get to know their uncle," which got her desired result.
I did get to meet the sister, and her son the Amate's nephew. The Amate and his sister got along and the nephew basically idolized him. His sister also was willing to play hardball with him when his drinking increased after he found out he lost his case to stay in the United States. She basically told him to knock it off because her son needed an uncle to look up to. When she found out I agreed and told him the same thing, I was in.
So, where am I going?
Here is where I am going. Because I am an only child, I never will understand dynamics between siblings. All I know is that all the battle royals between them make no sense to me. I own the fact they never will.
I do wish they would all get along better, though.
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