Why is is that when I tell someone they can trust me ... I always mean it. Yet ... its hardly the other way around. My sister used to do that to me. I'd tell her things in confidence .. then ... the minute we got in a fight she'd bring up everything I told her. Like a bird. That's it ... a bird. The way birds regurgitate to feed their young. Just like that. Every secret. Every talk that began "Don't tell Mom.." would just ... come up. And always in front of my mother. Always.

I never learned though. She'd do that and I'd still tell her stuff. I mean ... she was my sister. If I couldn't trust her ... who could I trust? It continued like that pretty much until last year I guess. I was a moron. But I loved her ... I love her. She's my sister and I always will no matter what. She could stab me several times and stand over me with the bloody knife and honestly .... I'd look up with only love for her. I mean that. And ever secret ... ever talk that began with her whispering the words "Don't tell Mom .. " ... would stay with me. Stay in me.