01/21/2026
I should’ve known something was off when my sister Brianna started mentioning Keisha a little too casually.
At first it was small.
“Oh I ran into Keisha at Target.”
“She’s actually funny once you get to know her.”
Mind you — Keisha and I fell out BAD.
No misunderstanding.
No gray area.
She crossed a line and stood on it.
Brianna knew that.
Still, suddenly they were “cool.”
Following each other.
Commenting hearts.
Laughing together like history didn’t exist.
What really did it for me was when Brianna said,
“Well… I just don’t like being in the middle.”
The middle of WHAT?
You weren’t in it until you walked into it.
Then I started hearing things.
Stuff only family knew.
Stuff I never said publicly.
And it clicked.
Brianna wasn’t neutral.
She was informative.
Playing both sides.
Smiling in my face, bonding with people who couldn’t stand me.
Calling it “maturity.”
Calling it “keeping the peace.”
But let’s be real —
you don’t befriend someone who hurt your sibling
unless you’re okay with the damage.
I didn’t argue.
Didn’t ask for loyalty speeches.
Didn’t beg for understanding.
I just stopped telling Brianna anything worth repeating.
And funny enough…
once the information dried up,
so did the friendships she swore “meant nothing.”
Some siblings don’t protect you.
They network.
And that realization hurt worse than the betrayal itself.
