Those Quiet Ones
As time went on and I’m just really realizing this right now, I didn’t have very much contact with grandma or any of the others for that matter. We probably lived a good twenty to thirty minutes away but visits were scarce and we pretty much just stayed on our side. I think we called or went to see her if it was her birthday or Mother’s Day or during certain holidays but that was it. I was living a whole other life now, school, working and finally making my own decisions for me. I wasn’t living in the older one’s shadow anymore, although I would still hear little comments every now and then about how I shoulda, coulda, woulda been more like the older one. It didn’t bother me as much anymore, it was whatever because I knew the older one played the sweet, innocent, polite, respectful individual to appease them, but I knew the real deal and they say the quiet ones are the worst ones. You have no idea how true that is. Or maybe some of you might. Those of us who are loud, outgoing, say what ever comes out of your mouth type of people are just out there. What you see is what you get. Those silent, quiet, shy people are the ones who hide behind their persona and lead you to believe they are a certain way when in reality they would be the first to stab you in the back. At least that’s how it was in my situation. I never felt like the older one would have my back if ever there was a confrontation or conflict. I knew I’d stand alone.