What is it about family?

Why is it that the tag of family means that they feel free to pour shit all over you? A little background here. I have recently ( in the last 90 days) moved to a new town, which also means new schools. I am not at all impressed with the new schools, in the time my daughters have been in school, neither one of them (2nd grade and kindergarten) have been given anything that they have NOT already done. In a recent discussion with my 7 year old I discovered that they do not teach history or science to second graders in this school, I was appalled (apparently they feel that math, language arts and reading are enough to learn in second grade, and they wonder why US has some of the lowest education levels in the world!) So I started looking for good deals on curriculum to supplement what the schools can’t be bothered to teach here.

I mentioned, in passing, to my sister, that I had found a great deal on a history book for my daughter. Said sister then blew up at me. Accused me of beliving I am better than everyone else, and that I know more about everything than everyone else (not at all how I feel, but I am not afraid to do the research to learn!) and pushing my children to become Nobel Prize winners by age 8. Even went as far as to compare my daughter and her schooling to Jon Benet Ramsey and the next pageant. Whatever, I determined to just not speak to her, since nothing I can do is right, and I don’t need to expose myself to that kind of attitude.

Fast forward a week. My mother called me this week, asked if I was interested in a trip that the family has been planning together, as my sister has told her I am not interested in it (no clue where she got that, she tells our mother shit like this pretty regularly.) I told her, the trip itself should be fun, but right now, I am not interested in spending time with my sister. At that point my mother informed me that by now I should know better than to bring up “controversial subjects” with my sister. Not sure why it is my fault that my sister is a narrow minded bitch to me, but apparently it is my fault… Now, I don’t know what story my sister told our mother, and, honestly, I don’t care. I just wish they would both grow up and realize I am an adult, and neither of them gets to tell me how to live my life, or raise my children.