My sister and how she fucked up my birthday party – About a month after my step dad moved back in was my 17th birthday. Mom was going to let me ditch school to go get new running shoes and she drove my sister to school on our way to go shopping. As we pulled up to the front of the school, my sister dropped the bomb. She said,”hey mom, I am pregnant”, and hopped out the car like nothing happened. Mom yelled for her to get back in the car and my birthday shopping trip soon turned into a screaming match.  My sister thought that if she waited to tell them she was 3 months pregnant on my birthday, they wouldn’t get mad at her for ruin my birthday. WRONG! I spent that whole fucking day in the middle of a mixture of yelling and awkward, silent stare downs. My sister though she was also getting out of telling my step dad too. Also, WRONG! My grandma was coming to dinner for my birthday and to watch movies with us, so my sister told him as they were walking up the stairs for dinner. So, now dinner was also awkward too. Grandma clueless as to why my parents were trying to hide how pissed they were and me violently stabbing my fork into my dinner and wishing it was my smug sister face. She was happy as a clam. She managed to be the only one at that table smiling that night. My poor grandma was just confused as to why everyone was in such a bad mood. After grandma went home. The yelling started. I spent the rest of the night crying in my bedroom as my parents scolded her and blamed my step brother for corrupting her as if she had been this sweet little angel or something. For crying out loud, she didn’t even know who got her pregnant. She knew it was one of 3 0r 4 guys based on when she would have got pregnant. Seriously, I can’t make this shit up! She had to have blood test done one 4 different guys to figure it out. She ended up finishing what would have been her senior year being home schooled so people would know what was going on. By now I had become so far removed from the association of being my related to her that when people would find out she was my sister no one believed me. This gave me a sense of relief at times but also some shame to have to be associated with her now that I had become a pretty normal kid. I wasn’t popular but because I was a “jock” the popular kids were nice to me. I still hung out mostly with my core group of friends from junior high and was a pretty straight-laced kid. I never drank or tried drugs and was determined to not end up like my sister even more than ever. I vowed to never have sex while I was in high school. I would not become like her or my step brother. I would not fuck up my life and become a statistic. 

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