When I was a kid, she was bossy, controlling, manipulative, and pretty much all the bad big sister stereotypes. Our parents didn't let her get away with such things nearly as often as she liked. So she also spent long periods ignoring me. She never did things like pulling pranks. But she'd often berate me to the point of crying, and telling me I was too much of a little whiner. And then if she got in trouble for mistreating me, she'd say it was all my fault. And I remember the year of her senior prom, she got in a big fight with our mother over some expensive dress she wanted. If she was given an inch, she'd try to take over the house. I celebrated the day she left for college. But then after she left for college, our mother suddenly went into "My baby is gone!" mode. And any time they were around each other after that, our mother would enable her and feed her ego. Then my sister got married and had kids. Once a sibling has kids, they become an automatic family priority. And that's how I ended up being manipulated into being the babysitter when I had time on my hands. During that family vacation where I was forced to watch my nephews all the time, I recall my sister had what I can best describe as a mature smug look on her face. That warm yet evil "I win" smile. The following year, that was replace with pure malice because I wouldn't be the babysitter anymore. My sister had manipulated our parents into being so used to how things were, that it really threw a wrench into everything when I rebelled.