I want my sister to rot in hell

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I think it's best for anyone who lives with, let me say unbeneficial family to be able to stand up for themselves and not to allow their behaviour to interrupt our lives. Greentea, I think we both know that although labeling them for what they are has it's benefits, it ultimately won't change the person in question. The only people that can change is us. We need to show strength against them and not allow them, no matter how difficult, to have a profound impact on our lives. I think the more we speak of them, the more they have control of us. I urge you Greentea, no matter what your sister gets up to, to try and focus your attention on yourself. Don't give them what they want.

It's very true, although it's too late for me. I'm already deep in the mud with my family and have no option but to deal with all this ugliness - short of putting my dad in a home and giving my sister the extremely little savings he and I have left to survive. She has destroyed us already - we don't have any family or relatives left.

I thought I was the only one who had these problems with my NT (and fat, I might add...I have an advantage in that department...I'm thinner than she is, which is why she harasses me about my flaws)sister. Just recently before she went to bed, she started in on me while I was watching a movie "Malibu Bikini Shop", which is SO not a mainstream Academy Award nominated movie loved the world over by NT yuppie scum like her. She criticized my taste in movies after I proclaimed "Go for it girl!" when an overweight customer picked up a bikini off of the rack after a saleslady pointed her towards a large sized one piece. She wanted to tan, it wasn't like she was looking to get laid. My sister disagreed, and I said what's wrong with an overweight woman wanting to wear a bikini to get a tan? Apparently no one wants to see that, well then "no one" needs to get the f*ck over themselves since the lady had the confidence to do that. My sister doesn't because she wastes half of her f*cking time worrying about what others think of her if she decides to get the hell out of her "box" for once. She then proceeds to poke fun at my avant garde taste in movies, my predilection for grindhouse, attraction to drive-in exploitation, affinity for sexploitation, etc. I declare to her that I'm proud to be the queen of schlock! She then goes on about my many flaws...mainly my tendency to not get a shower for many days...and wash my hair. Those two are a result of my laziness and the fact that I hardly get out of the damn house. She points out that I sit around and do nothing(she needs to look in the f*cking mirror for once in her miserable life) all day, I have the sleeping habits of a manic depressive and blah blah blahbity blah malarkey. Then she harps on the fact that I'm 26 and that I need to act like an adult. Hello??? If being a tightly wound pain in the @ss stupid NT means I act like an adult, then I'm proud to be childish. Fat ageist b!tch. Frankly I would call her out on her bs because she's no better than I am, yet it's not my place to do so. If I did, I get shouted at by my parents. It's okay if she does it since she's "concerned and only trying to help me". Bull! She's only doing it because she's embarrassed by me because I'm different.