Ever since I came to the realization of my existence as well as my sister's existence, I have known my sister to be quite the maudlin character, for no matter what she always had a problem going on in her life that was always much more important than anything else that was going on in the entire world. Whether the problem dealt with school, boyfriends, and so on and so forth, our house was never halcyon, if you will, due to the fact that my sister would constantly be ranting about her issues and asking how she should deal with those issues. Due to the fact that my sister would constantly be dealing with these such issues, I came to refer to this continuously exacerbating cycle as my sister's "pattern". As my sister continued this "pattern" of hers', she also continued to become somewhat of a pariah to me, at least, for if my sister had an issue, the conversation must be circled around that issue, otherwise the conversation would be deemed insignificant in the eyes of my sister. Although this "pattern" of hers' may be seen as comical to some, to me, this "pattern" was the least bit humorous, for as my sister continued her "pattern", I became quite the minion within my family. Do not get me wrong, I am extremely loved by my mother and my sister, but when my sister has "big issues" to deal with, my life and its stories become seemingly unimportant for the moment. As I watch my sister have her paroxysms due to her life's problems, at the dinner table, my mother coaxing her along, I would just sit and continue on with my meal, for it is normal for my sister to obtain all of the attention for the moment, she is the helpless "victim", right?
Recently, my sister has continued this "pattern" of hers' in the worst way possible, in such a way that this problem that she has obtained will most likely be a long-lasting importunity throughout the duration of our family's life. This problem that I am referring to is probably one that many would not even consider to be a problem, but for our family it is. This issue entails that fact that my sister is pregnant with her boyfriend's child, to whom she is not married to, yet. Upon hearing this news, I felt as though I was traveling in an aberration of mine, in which I would return from in a manner of seconds, but that was not the case. My sister is going to have a child with a man that she is not married to and for the moment this man has not even proposed marriage to her.
In the past, I have found my sister's boyfriend to be quite a gregarious and fun character, but up until this point, my view of this man has drastically changed. Although this man is a well-known elementary school teacher, he does, however, where the biggest facade that I have ever known to exist. During the day, this teacher is fun-loving and kind-hearted, but once he returns to the homestead that he now resides in with my sister, he becomes one of the most unkind and heartless characters that I have ever gotten to known. Being chary of my sister's current situation, I abjure myself from confronting this man with some of the worst obscenities that would come from my heart and soul, but for now I will remain to be the real-life Reverend Dimmesdale, who exists within the pages of The Scarlet Letter.
As my sister deals with yet another problem of hers' and continues her oh-so-famous "pattern", I will just observe the present and future happenings, walking behind my mother and my sister, patiently waiting for my moment to share my life stories with everyone.
