And moving right along

 

The opposite of love is not hate.  It is indifference.  When you reach the point when the actions of another truly do not matter to you, you have let go of the power of love.

I am not trying to say that I do not love my toxic sibling.  I will always have feelings for them.  But I do not love who they are, who they have become.  They are just plain mean and take pleasure from hurting others.  Indeed, I feel sorry for them.  They are sad and do not like themselves.  I do think one day they will have no one to turn to.  They will be alone with their hate and misery.

I have reached the point where I just do not care, honestly do not care, what TS does.  The fact that I have cut all means of contact makes it easier.  I do not have to know what they do.  I also do not ask.  

The other day my mother said TS was creating drama for my mom's birthday.  I felt bad that my mom was upset, but also told her we would do something fun and it just wasn't an issue.  At that moment I felt a sense of freedom from TS.  I did not care!