Blame Game

My sister blames it on me, because I yelled at her and made her feel like garbage.

I yelled at her... and made her feel like garbage... because we have one week until our trip to Europe and she has not once reached out to ask, "what are we doing? what should I pack? What else do I need to do to prepare?"

I yelled at her... and made her feel like garbage... because my hubs and I had spent one year looking forward to this trip and planning it without an ounce of gratefulness from her part.

I yelled at her... and made her feel like garbage... because she ignored our calls and our emails to get her more involved.

I yelled at her... and made her feel like garbage... because I didn't take into consideration how busy she was while we were planning all this, among the other things like I myself working two jobs, hubs taking his test, and our running our daily household operations.

I yelled at her... and made her feel like garbage... because I didn't have a honeymoon, and while extending her the trip of a lifetime to come to Paris and Prague with us, didn't think that she'd feel awkward being with her sister and brother in law.

Yup. It's my fault.

And, now, since she has said, "well this is how it's going to be," she is not excited. Not. Excited. not excited to be going to Europe. not excited to have the opportunity of tasting over 200 cheeses in France. not excited to get tipsy of French wine among dozens of hot French guys with French accents. not excited to go to the Eiffel Tower. not excited to see Hub's family again, who have been preparing months in advance for this visit. not excited to meet Hub's grandma for the first time.

And, it's my fault.

She says that she needs "to seriously take different variables into account"... here are my top five recommendations of variables:

1) You're a twenty-three year-old who does not know how to think for yourself. Did I really have to call Ma to tell you how to act???
2) You suck at time management and can go on Facebook 27 times a day to post, tag people, and etc, but can't find the time to figure out what you would like to do in Paris. And I quote from a convo with you, "I have no idea to in Paris!" Really? Really?? No. Idea.
3) Saying "I'm grateful" does not mean that you are grateful. Gratitude is expressed in actions and demeanor, not just simply saying "thank you," which you haven't yet said, btw.
4) Similar to 3, saying "I won't be a brat" doesn't mean your words and behavior don't already inflect your brattitude, and it certainly does not make us feel any better.
5) It's not all about you or your feelings. Don't let your shallow, fragile mind get the best of an amazing opportunity. An opportunity which we'll think twice of extending to your "grateful" ass next time. (Did you just see how I did that and put the grateful in quotation marks.... I'm being sarcastic, because I know you're not....)

Notice, I did not place blame of your attitude on a generation of Filipino immigrants who became parents, provided every security needed, and enabled their child to become so sheltered that they would not know how to survive in the real world. I could have, because I have a severe tendency to broaden my scope and think of Fil-Ams in general; but, I didn't.

Because, after a certain point, you are who you are based off your decisions in life. You've chosen to be petty, brash, and an egomaniac.

And it's my fault that I made you feel bad because I "unjustly yelled" at you, rather than the fact I pointed out your inadequacies and you refuse to admit to them.

GROW UP.