About 45 years ago I did something to my sister that I have never confessed to. Mostly, because I forgot. I know she will forgive me, but I will feel better if I confess to the whole sordid story. I told her tonight that I was going to confess something about her and Damn her if she didn’t guess it. But she only guessed half of it.
When I was about 12 or 13 , about 45 years ago, me and my best friend, Nancy stole my sister’s diary. Barbara’s guess was that I read it, but it was worse, we took it. We took it about 1/4 mile away to a cemetery where there was a little abandoned building. And that’s where we sat and read it. We expected excitement, sex, boyfriend talk. We got nothing. It was sort of boring- no offense Barbara, but you were such a good girl. Then we didn’t know what to do with it. We couldn’t return it in case she found it missing and then she would know it was me, so we hid it in the abandoned building. For all I know it’s still there or someone found it, or it got destroyed if they tore down the building. I am truly sorry for stealing your diary. The only other confession I have to make to her is that at about the same age I went through her bureau drawer and found some used menstrual pads wrapped in toilet paper. Of course there was blood on them but I still hadn’t gotten my period and my mother never told me about it. All I could think of is that she had broken something , only I couldn’t imagine what and why I wasn’t told about it.
So there it is, finally out in the open. I can truly say they are the only bad things I ever did to you that I regret. I don’t know why I waited so long to tell you. Most likely it was because I forgot. But this blog thing has me remembering things I had long ago put in the back of my brain.
Soon I will confess about what I found in my brother’s room, and this was back in the early 60’s.
Barbara, I hope you forgive me. Though I know you will because You are my bestest friend and sister.