u/Chance-Development97

I don’t really know how to say this, but I’ve been holding it in for a long time and it’s starting to weigh on me.

Me and my sister have always been close. She’s 27 now, I’m 20, and we’ve basically been around each other my whole life. Same house, same routines—at one point even sharing the same room. It was always just normal, nothing I ever questioned.

But at some point, something shifted. I can’t even pinpoint exactly when it started—it just feels like things stopped feeling as simple as they used to.

The night that really stuck with me was when she came home drunk. I had been drinking a little too, and everything felt off. The boundaries that had always been there didn’t feel as clear in that moment, and something happened that shouldn’t have happened. Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to look at things the same way.

What’s been messing with me is not just what happened, but how I’ve felt about it since. I didn’t know how to react in the moment, and even now I keep going back and forth in my head—trying to understand if it was just a mistake, if it meant anything, or if I’m overthinking everything.

Part of me wants to ignore it completely, act like it never happened, and just move on. But another part of me keeps replaying it, trying to make sense of feelings I don’t fully understand or even want to have.

I haven’t told anyone about this. I’ve just been carrying it by myself, and it’s getting heavy. I don’t know what the right thing to do is, or how I’m even supposed to process something like this.

And what confuses me the most is that, even though I know it crossed a line and shouldn’t have happened, there’s a part of me that reacted in a way I don’t feel right about—and that’s been the hardest thing to come to terms with.

I don’t really know how to say this, but I’ve been holding it in for a long time and it’s starting to weigh on me.

Me and my sister have always been close. She’s 27 now, I’m 20, and we’ve basically been around each other my whole life. Same house, same routines—at one point even sharing the same room. It was always just normal, nothing I ever questioned.

But at some point, something shifted. I can’t even pinpoint exactly when it started—it just feels like things stopped feeling as simple as they used to.

The night that really stuck with me was when she came home drunk. I had been drinking a little too, and everything felt off. The boundaries that had always been there didn’t feel as clear in that moment, and something happened that shouldn’t have happened. Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to look at things the same way.

What’s been messing with me is not just what happened, but how I’ve felt about it since. I didn’t know how to react in the moment, and even now I keep going back and forth in my head—trying to understand if it was just a mistake, if it meant anything, or if I’m overthinking everything.

Part of me wants to ignore it completely, act like it never happened, and just move on. But another part of me keeps replaying it, trying to make sense of feelings I don’t fully understand or even want to have.

I haven’t told anyone about this. I’ve just been carrying it by myself, and it’s getting heavy. I don’t know what the right thing to do is, or how I’m even supposed to process something like this.

And what confuses me the most is that, even though I know it crossed a line and shouldn’t have happened, there’s a part of me that reacted in a way I don’t feel right about—and that’s been the hardest thing to come to terms with.