Tough Love

I take offense to people who meet Bianca and I and don't automatically love us.  What they need to do is find the nearest Psychologist and figure some shit out in their life.  For anyone who has met one or the other first before knowing us both gets a little mind fucked when they "experience" us together for the first time. We feed off of each others humor, and when I say humor I mean our tendency to be sarcastic assholes.  Making someone give us the look as if they're balls are being squeezed like a lemon is our goal.every.time.  But we also accept tears as payment too.
But to meet us isn't to really know or understand us.  So in celebration of my very FIRST ENTRY.  Id like to give you some tid-bits if you will, of things that will make you say "ohhhhhh. They're still crazy af but it all makes sense now".  Sooooo here we goooooo.
Bianca is my older sister (not my oldest, Kylie is my oldest sister who looks as old as Bianca acts).  We are 22 months apart and there isn't a memory that doesn't have her in it, duh.  We did everything together.  Fishing, playing basketball, chasing our geese around the yard, riding horses and playing hide and seek (where Bianca would leave me to go inside and I'd be lost for days).  We grew up on 10 acres of farm land in a tiny town that you've never heard of.  We always wanted to be outside getting into shit that would make my mom wanna pluck her eyelashes out individually. We were definitely tom boys, every now and then we'd slip up and play with some barbie dolls that would end up naked with no heads.  We had a hate for fake bitches from the start.  Although we would get along majority of the time we had our days (everyday) where we would start throwing punches, pulling hair, and biting eachother. Ruthless bitches smh.  I remember my mom begging us to go a day without her having to pull one of us off the other.  And that only happened if we were realllllly sick, my poor mom.  But we had an incredible bond and wouldnt go anywhere without the other and we would hold hands where ever we went.  I still make Bianca hold my hand in public just for my own entertainment.
Once we both were in high school our relationship changed, I say by default.  My parents raised us really strict and they made a rule that she couldn't go out or to parties without me being with her.  So basically they made her hate me for something I had no control over. I cant blame her.  All my life Ive looked up to Bianca as a role model, she's so smart and has always had a quirky sense of humor.  So the fact that I could hang out with the coolest person in the world plus her "cool" friends, was just enough excitement to be retardedly annoying to them.
One of the turning moments in our relationship was when Bianca moved to Jacksonville for her first semester at UNF.  My mom and I helped her move in to her dorm and set everything up.  I remember crying all the way home and walking around like a zombie until she came home for the first time.  I felt like I was missing a limb without her.  Even though Id go visit her frequently it never became easier to separate myself from my best friend.  Our lives which had once been parallel was now starting to intersect occasionally and travel in different directions often.  But that changed us from sisters to the absolute best of friends.  There isnt anything we dont share with one another.  For those that know us know this is also one of our best attributes.  There isnt a subject that is too hard to talk about or any situation that we cant make awkward enough.  Honesty is our policy.  In most cases we're wayyyyy to honest for the general public.  People prefer to hear a comforting lie than the blunt truth.  Ive seen it 10 times over.
But the moment that truly changed us stems from me being an immature know-it-all and her displaying some much needed tough love.  A couple of years ago I started dating the scum of the earth to put lightly, and so ill refer to him as POS from here on.  He wasnt good for me, he was ambitionless and abusive in everysense of the word.  Even though I always made excuses for him and the bruises I always had, Bianca saw right through that.  I wouldnt expect anything less for someone who knows me like she does.  POS had convinced me to move with him to texas where he had this wonderful life planned out for us.  I told my family of my decision to move and they were absolutely devistated.  But nobody handled it quite like Bianca.  I remember her crying begging me to not go and to move in with her instead.  Because of my stubborn bone, I refused.  And she said something that I never forgot, "If you go I will never talk to you as long as you are with him, when you wake the hell up and decide to stop being stupid, you can call me.  Otherwise  I dont want to hear from you."  I was so deeply angered by her saying that, so I rationalized it by writting her off.  And carried around an "ill show her" chip on my shoulder.  Im not sure what I was trying to prove because deep down I knew POS was a POS.
To no surprise as soon as we left he did a complete 180 on me.  POS promised a nice house; we were homeless for 2 months.  POS promised he had a job; he was jobless the entire time and we spent at least a month finding myself a job.  POS promise our relationship would be better than before, but yet he was still being abusive to the point of not being able to open my eyes for a couple of days.  POS promised so much and there wasnt one that he kept.  All the while I just wanted to call my sister, we'd never gone longer than a few days of not talking or seeing one another and it had been 5 months already.  The day I finally admitted to myself that she had been right, I texted her.  She instantly replyied  with an "I miss you too".  It was another month or so before I was able to get away from his constant grip, but when I did I ran as fast as I could.  And guess who was my first phone call?  I asked Bianca if I could go to Jacksonville.
I remember walking up to her doorstep, it was almost noon.  She opened the door and had a horrified look on her face but immediately opened her arms.  I was 119lbs with burns, cuts, and bruises scattered around.  I was wearing shorts that once fit but now were rolled 3 times at the waist band just to get them to stay up.  I didnt even notice my weight or my apperance until I saw her shocked face. 
Ever since that day she put me under her wing and nursed me back to health by buying me at the least 2 milkshakes a day to look normal agian.  It felt like we were kids again and I was the happiest Id ever been at that point.  If it werent for her tough love I dont know if I ever would have made it back, or made it at all. 
I told you that story so you could understand the bond that we have.  It's comparable to my relationship with my son and my husband.  Pure unconditional love.  We know what eachother is going to say before it is said and saying the same thing at the same damn time (future voice) is no longer an oddity.  So for us to tag team someone with our sarcasm comes with ease.  We unapologetically say whatever to comes to mind and the other is right there to back it.  And lord have mercy on the person that pisses one of us off, it's been known to end in their heads bouncing off the bar floor and their friend being used as a mop. And that story will have to be a "to be continued".  But it's pretty rich, one of my all time favs. 
Have a great day everyone and love the ones you're with!- Ari