Conversation | 05/13/2008 9:46 am

Marie Brenner's Advice for Estranged Siblings: Make the Call, Get on a Plane, Just Go

Editor’s Note: Marie Brenner, author of Apples and Oranges: My Brother and Me, Lost and Found, is also contributing editor at Vanity Fair, author of Great Dames: What I Learned from Older Women and a close friend.

 

LESLEY: You’ve written a powerful, emotional book, Apples and Oranges, about what it’s like when you don’t get along with your sibling. There’s guilt, there’s longing … and almost uncontrolled anger. First off, tell us why you and your older brother Carl, your only sibling, were at odds.

MARIE: That’s a mystery. And it’s the mystery of so many brothers and sisters. A subject that for some reason is rarely talked about. How do two children grow up so close in a family and then become foreigners in adult life?

There were the obvious differences from childhood. I was the younger sister playing my Joan Baez records to annoy him and he was probably the only one in our elementary school who was a Republican at 10. He was also an early member of the National Rifle Association!

So, we fought all the time. Our mother called us apples and oranges. We were different.

LESLEY: As I recall from the book, he was “red state” to your “blue state,” you the NYC sophisticate. You disagreed on religion too. All the hot spots. Did you agree on anything?

MARIE: At first, I thought absolutely nothing. I was wrong. I thought we were polar opposites. I was wrong about that too. He was a control freak, an obsessive, who would take a look at my messy desk and say, “How can you ever get anything done?” He posted signs up: A Failure to Plan is a Plan to Fail. When he was young he used to polish his shoes and line up his shirts just so. And secretive? Let’s not go there.

I was the noisy younger sister. When we would get into battles over politics, he would lose it and say, “You and your friends, the New York libs.” I mean, really.

LESLEY: I always thought sibling relationships were far more formative and important in how we develop than anyone talks about. The book is both a riveting story, and an examination of sibling rivalries that never stop. You went to conferences, interviewed experts. What did you learn about the brother/sister or sister/sister wars?

MARIE: I learned a lot. A recent study suggests that our relationships with our brothers and sisters is the dark matter that defines us. For years, psychiatrists and family therapists more or less ignored this. Imagine that.

By age ll, you’ve spent more time with your siblings than your parents or friends. Forty percent of us have relationships with our siblings that are distant and/or infuriating. Many of us are like moose with our antlers locked together.

There is no question that the closer you are with your siblings the more you feel content in your life. There are studies about that too. So, for me, the question that became my obsession was: How to make this better? How to reframe?

LESLEY: Before I ask you specifically about you and Carl, I’ve heard you talk about Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama as siblings. Explain that.

MARIE: This fascinates me. Think of this as the iceberg of all sibling relationships. That is a term therapists use. Icebergs. Many of us have them. I wonder, watching Hillary and Obama as they battle each other, whether they are trying to cope with their own sibling issues. Are there icebergs here?

Hillary is a classic firstborn, bossy and determined. She had two bratty younger brothers she both protected and stomped on. She still does with Tony and Hugh. Those smarmy presidential pardons, what was that about except sibling stuff? Is that connected to Hillary and the piece of her with Bill Clinton that reminds many of Bonnie and Clyde? Look at that gleam in her eye when she debates Obama. It is like she’s in a big-sister devil cult, swatting a swarming fly.

And then there’s Obama. He was raised more or less like a golden-child-only prince. Yes, he has siblings, halves and steps, but they are much younger — or older. And a continent away. He had siblings on demand. This gives him lots of confidence, but he is not so good at the parry and thrust and wit you get in the sibling romper room. In this way, he is no JFK.

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J B
As someone who was raised apart from my half brothers, they were much older, raised by my Mother. I was raised by my Father in very different, privileged circumstances. They never forgave me for it. As if I had any control over what direction my life took at the age of eight. Over the years, their resentment continued to build. Any accomplishment of mine was virtually erased by their “Princess” tirades. After trying to bridge the gap between us, I finally gave up. I was the only one working on the bridge, and I got tired. I created new “brothers”. I have two male friends who have been better brothers than my actual flesh and blood could ever hope to be. I have moved on. My half brothers live on the west coast, I live in the south. When I travel back there in August, I will not see my “family”. Instead, I will spend six days driving the glorious California coast with one of my friends, my oldest friend, who has become the kind of brother a sister can only hope for. He stood beside me when I married my husband, he is a role model for my sons. Sometimes you have to create the family you need. I would never dream of trying to mend fences with my half brothers. They don’t deserve one minute of life’s precious time.
By J B on 05/13/2008 10:21 am
Chrome Toe
When I met my husband he hadn’t spoken to his older brother in a decade. I had been raised with no siblings in site by a single mom who moved every six months to a year. all i’d ever wanted was a house filled with family. So I couldn’t believe he had a brother he didn’t talk to. I kept asking “why?” saying “I don’t get it” … “you mean that’s all that the problem was”? One day about a year into our relationship he ran into his brother in an airport. he called him the next day. Now… 7 years later he’s one of our best friends. we travel together, we e mail almost every day. it’s amazing. the two of them barely remember what the problem was.
By Chrome Toe on 05/13/2008 10:23 am
Chrome Toe
oh ya.. and here’s a weird little side note. The first time we all got together after this big distance of more than a decade. I couldn’t believe the similarites between the brothers! They have the same odd little quirks. Both of them eat candy like there’s no tomorrow. the same exact kinds. they keep licorice in their night stands. And they travel with it in their carry on bags! My husband at the time had a fetish for burgundy shirts and sweaters. His brothers closet looked exactly like his only in blue! All blue shirts instead of burgundy. They each hate peripheral noise. Neither of them will eat a vegetable. just funny stuff.
By Chrome Toe on 05/13/2008 10:27 am
Linda Clark
I’m part of a shared family. I was born into a family with an older sister and brother. When my mother remarried, her new husband came with a son from his previous marriage. He “is” my little brother. This relationship has been a huge source of tension within my family for many years. After the last falling-out between my little brother and another family member; I have felt as though I’m in the middle. My little brother and his family moved back to Texas after retiring from the USMC. We visit quite frequently over the phone and we both have traveled to see each other; he lives about three hours away. It is absolutely great to have them living close enough to do so. The most recent difficulty has been that when my sister came to visit from out of state. I was asked by her and others in my family to not say anything about their trip to my little brother. They didn’t want him to “show up” while they were visiting with me. I was polite, saying that I understood and would respect their wishes. I pick my battles wisely. Needless to say, it took the wind out of my sails. I will continue to have my relationship with my little brother forever. I just won’t discard him out of my life because others believe him to be an outsider. He has no clue as to the identity of his biological mother. He and I were both distant from my mom in the early years. We both made life choices due to the circumstatnces of our upbringing. I believe it is those choices that have reaffirmed our bond. I am Aunt Linda to his children and I am honored to be as such. My son has always known my little brother as Uncle. He makes no distinction between either of his uncles, which makes me proud!
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 10:56 am
Rachel B
I’m in the camp of those who create their own families. I have a brother who is a mean, vindictive sociopath. His life is all about him, what he wants and how he can con somebody to get it. Nobody else matters. He’s one of the ones this quip was made for: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." I stopped turning the other cheek for him a long time ago for my own sanity.
By Rachel B on 05/13/2008 10:59 am
P R
One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever heard is that you can’t wait to “feel” like you want to forgive someone to forgive him or her. Forgiving someone who has wronged you releases you from the hold that transgression has over you. It has very little to do with that person. In fact, I teach my son that he needs to pray for those who wrong him, for example the notorious bully at school who has had at him from time to time. And that doesn’t mean the bully will be rewarded through my son’s prayers with a new Lego or toy race car. He may be rewarded with a revelation about his behavior; my son can be the one to open the door into his life for good to happen for him on a spiritual and personal level. I have had people in my life who it’s been very hard to forgive. But, knowing that forgiving is a “choice” to be made, not a “feeling” to follow is key, and that making the choice to forgive fosters my healing.
By P R on 05/13/2008 11:05 am
Deni G
I wonder, watching Hillary and Obama as they battle each other, whether they are trying to cope with their own sibling issues. Are there icebergs here?” I disagree with these comparisons. You see your own sibling rivalry in the candidates. Judy Bachrach sees her romantic entanglements in Hillary. The way we view and talk about about the candidates, the way we pontificate on what they are thinking, and the measure of their souls, speaks more to who we are, than who they are.
By Deni G on 05/13/2008 11:12 am
Frannie Em
Deni -10:12 - you have really found your voice. You are hot today.
By Frannie Em on 05/14/2008 12:40 am
Star Lawrence
I lived apart from my three sibs (two brothers and a sister) for 35 years then moved to the town where sis lived to help take care of Mom. Before I left, I was in a bar and a friend said, “Now you can have a fight anytime you want.” Yup! My sister and I have nothing in common besides Mom. Our kids don’t get along. There is nothing we can talk about. I have to be Switzerland all the time—neutral, just say nothing. I also am estranged from my two nieces, who like to curse me out in email or invite me to observe that they are great and this is all my fault and I should look to myself. I am old, their aunt, and don’t care for this. Sometimes things are not my fault. I am just trying to live, run my business, take care of my child, and be happy. On Jan of 2007, I vowed that being in this family was not going to kill me. I am neutral and as distanced as I can get. And everyone says I am back to being funny. Since I make my living as a humorist, that’s a good thing.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 11:21 am
Linda Clark
Star…. I admire your resilience! Isn’t funny (odd) how people percieve your position of neutrality ….saying that your “back to being funny”! I’m certain that you were probably funny all along, but they just couldn’t laugh at themselves!
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 11:43 am
Star Lawrence
Thanks…I do think I am a decent coper. But the last 12 years have tested me. My nieces and sister don’t think I am back to being funny—they sort of never apprec that in the first place. It’s my readers and chosen friends (as opposed to family). Oh, well, what I was saying is that forgiving and flying over to mend fences may not always be the best or more feasible thing. I have written for WebMD about how forgiving helps the forgiver more than the forgivee, but sometimes I don’t feel it, so can’t experience that benefit. I don’t think I am a bad person for this reason. I think it’s a legitimate point of view. Others may disagree.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 12:34 pm
Linda Clark
Star, thanks for expanding on your thoughts. My ability to pick my battles wisely is somewhat annoying to those closest to me. It has been implied that I’m somehow cheating them by not engaging enough or even at all …….again, thank you for the inspiration.
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 12:49 pm
Star Lawrence
Not that we are hopping on the couch for this thread, Linda, but I so totally agree on picking your battle. No matter what I say, sis will respond with the opposite. I can say, “That’s five bucks.” She will reply, “$4.99.” I have learned from the passive-aggressive masters in my life (men). I just don’t say the next sentence. The next sentence is the one that gets me in trouble. Some next sentences are: “Duh.” “You know what I meant.” “Not always.” “So like her.” And so on…I clam. A chosen friend and I (we call ourselves sisters) call it “switzing it.” This works well with clients and salespeople, too, by the way. So much more peaceful.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 1:22 pm
Frannie Em
Star re 11:34 - Thanks for sharing that. I know what you mean by pick your battles. It is usually the better part of valor in those situations. Let them believe whatever they want to, because you can’t change it anyway.
By Frannie Em on 05/14/2008 12:56 am
lin si
I am the only child in my family as the “one-child” police in China has been carried out in 1980s. I spent my childhood with peers in the kindergarten and never felt loneliness. “ORAGINE AND APPLE” is not my trouble and I am lucky enough to own the whole love of the family. However, I still felt the pressure from my cousins because our parents always compare each other’s child who is more intelligent, more polite, more ambitious which made us tired and uncomfortable. To be honest, I am really jealous one of my cousines. She is a little younger than me , beautiful and nice. She is also a postgraduate and popular in the campus. It seems that she owns everything she wants, and never worries anything. My parents compared us since we were little girls and it sometimes made me doubt that they preferred her to be their daughter. So on every festival the whole BIG family gets together, I usualy keep silent when they talk about her and me. I always feel unconfident when I stay with her. However, there was a talk changing something. This Spring Festival (Chinese New Year), I came to her family and stay with her for several days. It was the first time we talked to each other till to the mid-night. I finally realized that every person has his own stories not just the happiness, and he just shows his bright facet and covers his others. My PERFECT cousin also has her sadness and dark secrets! She even said she envid me because I could do what I like without caring about what others said. Then we laughed that we finally understood we “cheated” each other so many years! The holidays we spent together were the happiest time for these years. We cooked together, shopping together, watching films together. Sometimes, we wondered that if we were not the cousins we have been good friends many years before.
By lin si on 05/13/2008 12:29 pm