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Fling Theory
Three years ago, I had a summer fling with a guy -- nothing serious, just
sex. He wanted more, but I wasn't interested. My sister was there through it
all. Shortly afterward, I met my current boyfriend, whom I've been dating
ever since. Five months ago, my ex-fling started hanging out with my sister,
who had a boyfriend at the time. She told everyone that she and the ex-fling
were just friends. A month ago, I learned that she'd lied to me, my family,
and her (now) ex-boyfriend, and was, in fact, in a relationship with my
ex-fling. I feel hurt, betrayed, disrespected, and disgusted. Not only am I
upset at her dishonesty, I'm shocked that she would sleep with someone I had.
I have no interest in him, but I can't shake the idea that my sister
shouldn't be dating him. I've always considered her my best friend...until
now. I've tried to talk to her about it, but she won't let me because it's
"too weird." Am I wrong in feeling so upset? --Family Affair
APPARANTLY, THE Ten Commandments were edited for space reasons. That bit
about your sister not being allowed to be with a guy you boy-toyed three
years ago must have been among the commandments that got cut.
I know what you're thinking: "Why couldn't they chisel that one into the
back? Just scratch a little arrow and a 'see other side' after #10." It's a
little late for that, but to help you feel even more right than you already
do, I'm proposing a sequel to the Ten Commandments. We'll call it something
catchy, like "The Twenty Suggestions," and lose that bossy "thou shalt not"
lingo.
Most of the Suggestions will wag a disapproving finger at a general audience:
stuff like #14 -- "If the sign outside the restaurant does not read 'Chuck E.
Cheese's,' the patrons within should not be hearing the screams of your
children." #17 -- "The only tune your cell phone should be programmed to play
is the unfinished portion of Beethoven's unfinished symphony." #12.5 -- "A
green light signals that it's time to put your foot on the gas, not reprogram
your radio, floss, exfoliate, or examine your arms for cancerous moles."
I'm setting aside five blank slots so you can slap some sense into that lying
sister of yours before she slides down the slutty slope into ax-wielding,
kitten-drowning felon-hood. Oh, please! If you crammed any more
self-righteous indignation into your letter, I'd have to take steroids to
hold it up to read it. So what if your sister fell for some dude you shook
out of your sheets three summers back? What are you, the kinder, gentler
black widow? You let your fling boys live; they just can't ever live with
anybody else.
Your sister's under no obligation to call a press conference about her love
life simply because you're desperate to attend. Considering your attitude,
she's smart to keep quiet. (There's a fine line between talking to
unreasonable people and crazy people. At least with crazy people, there are
breaks in the diatribe whenever Moses, Napoleon Bonaparte, and Bart Simpson
need directions to Starbucks.)
Whatever happened between sis and her ex, if anything, is between sis and her
ex. If you want to be your sister's friend, stop sitting around like a clump
of oily rags, raising a nasty stink. You might even find it within yourself
to get happy that she's happy -- despite how unhappy you are at the prospect
of seeing some mistake you made seated next to her on your parents' living
room couch.
Copyright ©2002, Amy Alkon, from her syndicated column,
"The Advice Goddess," which appears in over 70 papers across the U.S. and
Canada. All rights reserved.
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