Unhappy Ending. But Maybe Not. A Tale of Sisterly Love

As you all may have gathered, my life is no longer my own. Here is the story of my sister and me, from me. I'm Dr. Pamela Geller and I am a 27-year old licensed psychologist, with a speciality in sexual dysfunction. I've been seeing patients for 4 months, and my sister, Terri, is 25, and a lawyer. Anything that may resemble real events or people is merely a coincidence. This is a story that I should only be telling to a therapist, and I'm ashamed to have to tell it at all. But here it is. Terri and I were raised in a middle-class family in upstate New York. Our parents were high school sweethearts, and their families were close. They knew each other as children, and their siblings were friends. We both have cousins who were a year older than me, and another pair who were 2 years younger than Terri. Growing up, the four of them were the closest thing we had to siblings. I was a tomboy growing up. One one hand, I had 3 boy cousins my age, and we often did typical boy-ish things. I was as athletic as a girl without boobs could be. But, I was also a very curious girl, and I got really good grades. I always excelled in math and languages, and was pretty close to 50-50 on the science and humanities. For some reason, that made me a tomboy. On the other hand, Terri was a total girl's girl. She was beautiful, wore makeup by the time she was 13, developed quickly, and had a large group of friends. But she was also a bookworm, and got similar grades to mine, but reversed with the science and humanities. She was in one of the school plays each year, and sang for the school choir. When I turned 16, she started taking me to the mall, and got me to spend some of my babysitting money on clothes. She also convinced me to get contact lenses. When she was 16, she tried to get me to start shaving my legs, but I had no interest. My hair was very fine and light on my legs, and it didn't really grow much. She convinced me to let her shave one leg, so that I could see what it looked like, but after one day, I couldn't tell the difference, so I never did it again. \[She ended up shaving my legs for me 13 years later. But that's for later\] When I was 18, I started going to the local state University. Initially, I majored in accounting, because it's a 5-year program, and I really didn't know what I wanted to do. I started babysitting when I was 13, and by the time I turned 18, I was making $15 an hour to watch 3 kids. I was also tutoring, and did decently well in high school, so I had some money saved. In retrospect, it was probably close to $10,000. My parents said that they would cover room and board, but I had to cover tuition. If I had to change schools, or transfer, I was on my own, and they weren't going to cover any losses. I had a part-time job at the library, and continued to babysit, so I only took out 1 student loan of $5,000 over the course of my entire time in undergrad. I stayed on campus the first year, and ended up an RA my second year. I stayed as an RA for 3 years, and my last year, I moved off campus. I changed my major to Psychology in my second year, because it was interesting to me. But I knew it would be a tough road, so I also minored in accounting. I graduated Magna Cum Laude, in 5 years, with 2 degrees. I was lucky enough to live in a place with 3 of my friends, and we had a great time. I dated a little, but honestly not that much. In part because I was an RA, and in part because I just didn't have time. My senior year, I finally met a guy, and we started dating. Let's call him Dave. He was an engineering major, and worked at the library with me. After I graduated, I met up with him, and we went out again. Drank a little bit, but nothing too crazy. I was a bit of a prude, still, and we didn't do much physically. I had 3-4 months off between school and grad school, and during that time, I went to see Terri in NYC. She had recently graduated, and was working as a paralegal in a mid-sized firm. We went out to the bars, but I didn't have a good time. It was just too loud, and too crowded, and too expensive. We went to a party at her boss's house, and had a good time. I went back to school, and started my Master's program. I got a job at the University's clinic for sexual dysfunction. She transferred to a new firm, and moved to Boston. We were very close, but we were both very busy. She would come visit me when she could, and I would visit her. I met up with Dave when Terri visited. He loved her, and we all had a good time together. Terri didn't like him, though. She thought he was boring, and not good enough for me. She tried to set me up with a guy from her new firm, but I was already dating Dave. Eventually, I broke up with Dave. He was too lazy, and too unfaithful. We had a fight about him cheating, and he told me that me not putting out was the reason he was messing around. Honestly, looking back on it, I think he was too big for me. We were just sexually incompatible, but back then, I didn't know. Terri came up and we went out. We had a great time. I went back to Boston with her, and spent a week. She set me up with a few guys, but again, I just didn't have a good time. I tried very hard, but nothing seemed to come naturally. She was patient with me, and we went out alone a few times. I finished my Master's Degree, and I moved out here to Colorado. Terri came out to help me move in. We went out, and one of the guys she tried to set me up with had a friend who was interested in me. I gave them both my number, and we went out a few nights. I also went to the bar with my new co-workers, and met a few guys. I was going out with 3 separate guys, and I really wasn't feeling any of them. One was nice, but boring. One was boring, but sexy. One was nice and sexy, but I think he was married. I didn't have much luck. I had a bit of a dry spell. Then one day, Terri came out to visit. I hadn't seen her in 18 months, and we were both too busy to fly out to see each other. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, and needed some time out of town. She came out, and spent 5 days with me. It was the best time of my life. We were together for 3 days before we went out. We just stayed in my apartment, and watched TV, and talked, and laughed. It was uneventful, but it was the happiest I had been in years. On the 4th day, we went out to the bar. We both met some guys, and we had a mediocre time. It was just too loud, and the guys were just ok. We went back home early, and we were both dressed for bed. We just talked and laughed. I'm not going to sugarcoat this. One thing led to another, and things went too far. We both agreed that it was a mistake, and that it wouldn't happen again. But it was just so right. She stayed for another 2 days, and we just spent all of our time together. We went to a park, and a mall, and had a manicure, and just had so much fun. But we didn't do anything sexual. She left, and I missed her so much. I wanted to see her so badly, but I knew I had to wait. She was supposed to come see me in July. In June, I got a call from our parents. She was in a very bad car accident, and was in a coma. They didn't know how bad her injuries were. She was on life support. So, I came home. When I got home, I was allowed to see her. She was in bad shape. She was breathing on her own, but was completely unconscious. Both of her legs were broken, and she had 3 broken ribs, and a broken collar bone. She was going to live, but she was going to need a lot of time to recover. She wasn't expected to be released from the hospital for 2 months. Then she would need 4-6 months of PT. There was a room next

Unhappy Ending. But Maybe Not. A Tale of Sisterly Love

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