Remember I asked my ‘second sister’ who requested to be my friend, why;
Here is the message that I sent her it was short.
I am very interested in knowing why you requested me
on Facebook.
It has been a long while, and it puzzles me now.
I have a blog, and that will let you know if you really want to be my friend.
http://www.imperfectlady.typepad.com
And today, November 11, I opened up my facebook to this message below.
Oh my god too funny. Maybe it is just as simple as you are my sister…but then after looking at your "imperfect lady" blog…ok, not that interested…guess you want to replay that sad little tune to keep yourself connected to the sad horrible life that you were given and wow do you sound enlightened! Yet the people who truely know you and your "story" don't really see the example that you say you are. I think your lack of involvement speaks volumns in where you really are. Is is really easier to reinvent who you are to people that don't know you? Sorry but I am not buying the bullshit -you can peddle that to other "enlightened souls". I don't mind the fact that we don't agree but to throw out the entire family for not being on your "level" -just sad. I hope you change your mind and decide that the love of sisters and brothers who too have been through this aweful mess -yeah surprisingly I lived this too-is worth far more than the approval of strangers! Good luck with your life and I am happy to see that your children and even your husband seem to be aware that family doesn't just go away because it is uncomfortable to acknowledge.
Sorry that "imperfect lady" is going to be the legacy of your life. I just want to be a perfect me in this imperfect world. I have chosen to let god handle the punishment and moving on with forgiveness in my heart. My life is so much bigger than allowing for my parents to define the person I am. Sad that we can't just be sisters just because I love you. Always will. I miss the laughter that we all used to share. I am not interested in being in your club-there is enough misery and hardship in the world. I refuse to join it!
I truely wish you the best. If you decide you are interested in my plain old life and want to be a part of it, you will always be welcome. I love you-your sister
I am not sure how to respond or if, and I am even wondering if you already blocked me, for you are ‘not that interested’.
But if I do get to respond, it would be this.
My lack of involvment does speak volumes and my blog matches those actions, it is the words or the lyrics to my “Sad little song.”
And I will always be connected to that horrible sad life I was given, I can’t make up a pretend one, or erase it or put it away. Where I go, it goes. Some days are sadder and many are way bright.
It is always shocking even when you are expecting the brush off, the turn away, that it still strikes deeply.
That damn little spark that ignites, a flicker of hope, a dash of optimism, explodes and lingers as its ashes rain down inside deeply, again.
To be left standing outside again. To be left misunderstood, and for your words to ring false in their truthfulness upon their ears. Shouting you are not one of us.
It is sadder still, they blame me.
She doesn’t acknowledge to herself that ‘she is not that interested’. I did not turn away from her. How do you make them see their own actions?
My blog showed you who I am and it is a good for you to know that you are not interested in me, it is good for me to know too.
It is useless to try and create a friendship with that base.
We at least need to begin with mutual respect, with willing ears to hear, and an open heart to feel.
As you walk away not interested, so do the seeds of friendship. I reject your declaration of love, love doesn’t walk away uninterested.
Love stands here in truth, and love gives you free will. You chose your stance, I honor that.
As you walk away, please forgive me, I can no longer call you sister.
I M Perfect lady 
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