There are some siblings

There are some siblings....
After a disturbing (and some how, consistent) incident involving my older sister, I've spent the morning reading quotes about sisters. Most of them are heart-rending beautiful sentiments about "competition" when one is younger and "best friends" when one becomes an adult.
 My experience with my sister (both of my siblings-actually) Have been completely different from these sentiments, that seem to be perfect for framing.

 There are some sisters, when they see you in a restaurant, bolt for the far end of the room and hide behind their hand pretending not to see you.

 There are some siblings who only contact one at Christmas so that you can bring their near-invalid mother over so they can see her at Christmas.

There are some siblings, when you ask for help, after caring for Great Aunt, Father and Mother, and you, ask for help, will criticize you for complaining about your exhaustion.

There are some siblings, after you, and your husband have dealt with your invalid mothers, taxes, health insurance, health care, medications, have lost all of your social life because of taking care of your mother 24/7 for years, and ask for help, will accuse you of being unreasonable in your request for help and imply you have miss-managed your mother's funds.

 There are siblings who will not call to see how you (while caring for your parents) and your parents are, for years at a time.

There are siblings, when you ask for help with funeral experiences will accuse you of "tapping them for money" even though they have for years not helped with the finances of the care of father or mother.

 There are siblings who will not help you scatter creamanes of your father or mother.

There are siblings who will not want to speak to you or have any contact with you after the last of your parents have died.

So often, people (counselors) will ask
"what do you think YOU did to garner such behavior from your brother and sister."
 Years of introspection, self recrimination, forgiveness therapy have led me to this answer.
I took care of their parents when they would not.
 and the greatest of the offenses: I was born.

So to the people who refuse to understand siblings who have not spoken for years on end:
Who believe that the person being ignored and shunned is somehow the perpetrator of vile incidents;
 Who have lovely sentiments about their sisters and brothers, (whom they see yearly during holidays and vacations ) and have wonderful experiences and have deduced that I must be unforgiving, greedy or somehow "faulty" emotionally in these relationships, allow me to say:

You have not had my experiences.
 You do not have my siblings,
and you do not know my soul.