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My little sis and I have similar troubles, SG, but where your sister is the image of perfection, mine is a Rastafarian and smokes the equivalent of four Jamacian fields daily. I don't see where she gets her 'tude. At any rate, I know my sis is struggling so I don't taunt her (though, like MTP, she and I did go for blood when we were younger and living together in the parental home. I recall we circled one another with knives weilded in a careless manner towards each others brisket area) - maybe sisters are just hard on each other.
It's also possible she wishes like hell she could divorce her husband and resents you for having the sheer guts to not only have done but to have survived brilliantly.
Or, as Dana suggests, cunt punt her.
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In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic.
"Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her.
—James Barrie
Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum
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