Isn't it interesting how, no matter how old one gets, certain things can return you to an earlier state?
In my case, I was advised by the estate lawyer (EL) on Friday to contact my sister and give her the opportunity to say her piece in the hopes that she will finally piss or get off the pot concerning the release she has been holding the whole process hostage with. After some further conversation with the EL, it was determined that the safest course of action would be for me to contact her via email and insist that only that medium should be the method of communication.
Because, much as it shames the adult me to admit, my little sister is THE BULLY of my childhood.
I was a much bullied child ... bullied at school for being odd and different (the least of said differences being that I was the first Anglophone child ever admitted to the Penssionnat du Saint Nom de Jesus et Marie, a prestigious private Francophone boarding/elementary school .. now called Externat Mont-Jésus-Marie) ... bullied in my own neighbourhood; since I didn't go to local school the neighbourhood kids saw me as an outsider ... and bullied at home by my younger sister.
By the time I was in grade 9 (an oft pivotal grade/age for a child), I was so tormented that the teachers at the English public school I was at (Mount Royal Catholic High School) got so tired of seeing me be put upon (after they [parents, teachers, principal] tried everything they could short of bringing in the police, which wasn't done back in the 70's) that they and the principal decided to opt for a radical and (to the best of my knowledge) singularly unique solution. I was called to the principal's office one morning.
That was the day I learned what "carte blanche" meant.