Me and my sister used to very close because we’d always work with each other and whenever she had a problem I’d always jump in and save her ass. She used to respect my contribution to her life as her older brother but as she grew up she began to believe she is better than she truly is and that I am not worthy of her respect.
As she grew up, she became materialistic to the point of JFL tier. My parents are quite wealthy but not to the point where we could fulfil her endless demands for stuff. She demanded a Porsche for her birthday and constantly buys expensive perfumes, bags and clothes all with my parents money. I remember last time that she went to one of those faggot pop up stores and bought a hoodie that costed 300 dollars from this hole in the wall looking store. It had a single word on it and that’s it lmao
Her materialism reached the point where I truly believe she’d sell my kidneys if it meant she’d get a Porsche out of it. My dad actually said “yes, I will buy a Porsche but you will have to share it with NatsumeSouseki” knowing that she would never agree to these terms. She immediately started crying and bawling and getting angry at me (?) because I “suck at driving anyways” and “the car wouldn’t fit him anyways, he doesn’t look good enough for it”.
After I moved out for university, I stopped talking to her, deleted her off my Instagram recently and my parents keep asking me to speak to her again. I told them that they better fix her personality first because I refuse to speak with such a terrorist. I told them I put my foot down and that they have no logical argument capable of convincing me to talk to her. They kept talking about how “we’re family!” To convince me but I’m not retarded….when I make a decision that’s all there is to it
I’m off studying in university as a physics major while preparing to become a doctor now. She can stay at home and be a whore or whatever for a few more years. There’s a million stories of her doing and saying peak foid tier shit and I’m tired of having such a force of drama in my life.
Lifefuel because I’m finally free of her retardedness. She keeps telling my parents to make me talk to her but she doesn’t have the balls to apologize to me her damn self
As she grew up, she became materialistic to the point of JFL tier. My parents are quite wealthy but not to the point where we could fulfil her endless demands for stuff. She demanded a Porsche for her birthday and constantly buys expensive perfumes, bags and clothes all with my parents money. I remember last time that she went to one of those faggot pop up stores and bought a hoodie that costed 300 dollars from this hole in the wall looking store. It had a single word on it and that’s it lmao
Her materialism reached the point where I truly believe she’d sell my kidneys if it meant she’d get a Porsche out of it. My dad actually said “yes, I will buy a Porsche but you will have to share it with NatsumeSouseki” knowing that she would never agree to these terms. She immediately started crying and bawling and getting angry at me (?) because I “suck at driving anyways” and “the car wouldn’t fit him anyways, he doesn’t look good enough for it”.
After I moved out for university, I stopped talking to her, deleted her off my Instagram recently and my parents keep asking me to speak to her again. I told them that they better fix her personality first because I refuse to speak with such a terrorist. I told them I put my foot down and that they have no logical argument capable of convincing me to talk to her. They kept talking about how “we’re family!” To convince me but I’m not retarded….when I make a decision that’s all there is to it
I’m off studying in university as a physics major while preparing to become a doctor now. She can stay at home and be a whore or whatever for a few more years. There’s a million stories of her doing and saying peak foid tier shit and I’m tired of having such a force of drama in my life.
Lifefuel because I’m finally free of her retardedness. She keeps telling my parents to make me talk to her but she doesn’t have the balls to apologize to me her damn self
