PART 17 – My Sister Finally Asked to Meet, and I Decided to Listen Without Promising to Fix Anything

My sister sent another message on Monday morning.

This time, she suggested meeting for coffee.

She said she wanted to talk face-to-face.

I read the message while waiting for the kettle to boil.

I thought about the last conversation we had.

Her tired voice.

The rent payment.

The way she had asked whether I was still upset.

I didn't know what she wanted now.

But I knew what I was no longer willing to do.

I replied that we could meet on Wednesday afternoon.

I chose a coffee shop near the bank.

It wasn't the most comfortable place.

But I liked that it was familiar.

I also knew I could leave whenever I wanted.

My husband asked whether I was sure about going.

I told him I was.

He reminded me that I didn't have to agree to anything just because my sister asked.

I thanked him.

On Wednesday, I arrived a few minutes early.

I ordered a coffee and sat near the window.

I watched people walking past the glass.

Then my sister came in.

She looked tired.

Her hair was tied back, and she carried a handbag I hadn't seen before.

She spotted me and walked over.

"Hi."

"Hi."

She sat down.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

Then she said she hadn't expected me to agree to meet.

I told her I was willing to talk.

She looked down at the table.

She said things had been difficult since the accounts changed.

I listened.

She explained that she had been trying to manage her expenses.

She said she had made some mistakes.

I didn't interrupt.

Then she asked whether I could help her get through the month.

There it was.

The request I had expected.

I took a slow breath.

I told her I wasn't going to restore the credit card or give her money.

She looked disappointed.

I understood that.

But I didn't change my answer.

I told her I hoped she would make a budget and work out what she could afford.

She said it was easier when she could rely on me.

I looked at her.

"That was the problem."

She didn't answer.

I explained that being reliable had become the same as being responsible for everyone else's choices.

I couldn't keep doing that.

She stirred her coffee.

For the first time, she didn't argue.

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