My sister and I are VERY close…but we fight like crazy. I am 36 and she is 33 and we have always been best friends. Weeeeellll…not always…there were a few teenage years that were rough. But as a adults, we fight a huge amount. I always justify it by saying that we fight “like sisters”, meaning that we get into a stupid argument and then make up five minutes later like it never happened. Unfortunately, it makes the people around us crazy and it makes us look really stupid. Today, we got into an argument over $1.50 in quarters. Seriously. Over the past year or so, I have made an effort to not engage with her in these dumb fights, mostly because of how much it bothers my mother and my boyfriend. One thing I noticed is that my sister and I fight A LOT more when we are around my mom. She often antagonizes or provokes me, but I buy into it and engage with her. Like I said, I have been trying to just let silly things go. What perplexes me more is the reason WHY we fight so much. Some of our friends have suggested it is because we are so close- both emotionally and geographically. We talk several times a day on the phone and see each other a couple times a week. I think that because we grew up with our parents constantly fighting, we are both just accustomed to confrontation. If you have never read my blog (ps thank you for reading, by the way!), my dad was a horrible alcoholic for two decades and would yell and scream at my mother and at us every night in his belligerent rages. The weird thing is that I try to avoid confrontation with every other person in my life. If I think a friend is mad at me, I literally become physically sick and I hate having to tell anyone how I really feel if I think it will lead to an argument. My sister is clearly the exception. My boyfriend’s theory (besides the fact we are both nuts) is that we fight for my mom’s attention because we oftentimes did not have it growing up. My mom would be busy dealing with my dad or deflecting his rage away from us and even though she was an awesome mother, she wasn’t always accessible due to being preoccupied with my father. It really bothers me that my sister and I fight so much because I love her so much. The only reason I am grateful for my tumultuous childhood is because it made us so close- I can’t imagine not having had her by my side throughout all we experienced.