Well, beware that this is a randomly inspired blog post.

My Dad has been here for the last week, he's from Queensland and drove three to four days from there to bring my seventeen year old sister a car. That mission completed, he has been staying with me, travelling between mine and my sister's homes.

Spending so much time with these two particular family members is awkward enough on it's own. I will explain.

I'm the oldest of three daughters to my father and one brother to my mother. Dad has lived in Queensland all my life, we live on the other side of the country - and when I say 'we' I mean all of my siblings and me.

K is the seventeen year old who I met for the first time when she was ten and we travelled to Qld together to see Dad - her for the first time. To say that was the most tedious two weeks of my life would not be exagerating the truth. K cried the whole two weeks for her mother. Now, I am not unsympathetic to her missing her mother but crying for the whole two weeks made me want to strangle her.

She is older now and even though I still think she is a spoilt, ungrateful brat, she isn't too bad. K is the youngest, I am the oldest. K has another sister - L - who is not blood related to me at all, her mother had her before meeting our father. I used to play with / torment L when we were younger and we have both grown up into women now, she has a daughter who is my neice even though we are not blood, we are still sisters.

And this is not even the weirdest bit yet.

When I was sixteen, my Mum let slip that Dad had another daughter - one I didn't know about! Yes, that was just a little bit of a shock - understatement of the century. But wait, there's more! She was born...wait for it....

The day after me. Yes, the day after; not a year and a day, not conceived the day after I was born. Born the day after me.

Ie. Daddy was a whore.

There's even more to the story after that. I know what you're thinking. Talk about family skeletons in the closet. Hell yes, that's exactly what it is.

So, this is what happened.

Mum would get pissed off at Dad, go work up north for a few weeks and then come back later sometime, without notice. While Mum was away they were free to see other people. As far as I know, it was an agreement but they were both pretty young and I remember the type of relationship agreements people get into at that age with their first loves.

So yeah, that's what happened. Mum pissed off up to Cairns for the work season, came back a few weeks early for Valentine's Day (ie. Day of Procreation) to surprise Dad. Well, I'm sure they surprised each other, because Dad had a date for Valentine's Day.

Mum told him to go in her car - god knows why - and so A was created. Yep, in the back of my mums car...

So , I have only spoken to Dad recently about A. She tried to contact him and he hasn't responded. Meanwhile, she found my number in the phonebook and we have since gotten to know each other really well and have found many things in common.

Apparently, she lived within twenty minutes of our Dad's small country hometown, where he has lived all his life. Her mother was mentally unable to keep her and so she was brought up by her grandparents. Being from a small country town, Dad's family were familiar with her family, so it's almost like an insestual concoction.

Throw in a drug addict step dad, crazy talkative step mother and my brother's hidden sibling and there is a family whirlpool going on.

The point of this poost was the proverbial pink elephant in the room. With Dad having never met A and both K and I know her fairly well, it's a bit awkward. A was apparently in town this last week and didn't call me - the first time this has ever happened. She never calls K because all she ever wants from A is money, but she called me. It's because the last time I spoke to her, I told her that Dad was going to be here and she said:

"Do I care?"

I understand her POV and I'm sure she understands mine but now it's put this wedge between us and our posititions have always been similar. I don't care if she doesn't want to call me, she's not getting away from me that easily.

And that was the point of this post.

Thanks!

Love always, Gee.