Do you have a sibling that you consider akin to a best mate?

What does that feel like in practice? 

Sort of, I have 2 half sisters that live thousands of miles away and I see annually, at best.

We would, however, all agree in a heartbeat the reason we're all so close is because of the above.

It's cool though, they're great. We get on like a house on fire.

Yes, both of them are lovely and we often do very long three-way calls because we all live in different countries. Saying that, no one can annoy you in quite the way a sibling can.

In practice it feels like having someone who understands your strengths, vulnerabilities, quirks, varying moods and knows how to deal with them (and vice versa) and who you can reliably rely on (and vice versa).  You find the same things interesting/amusing so have lots to talk about.  All of which makes it easy to resolve family issues, tensions, problems etc because you can communicate freely even if you don't always 100% agree.  

I do wonder if it helps to live so far apart--but then my two younger full siblings live in the same city and the relationshpi btw them is similar to my relationship with each of them.  Sheer luck, probably.

 

I've 7 siblings and only have a proper relationship with 2 of them and even then we're not that close.  

One of my brothers wished the whole family individually a happy christmas but excluded me.. I was trying to figure out why and then remembered I had him sectioned in 2016...

Luckily i do yes.  2 years younger than me.  Oddly we fought horrendously in our teens, then just ignored eachother in our 20s, then became good mates 30s onwards.  Train together, go on holiday, nights out etc.  By contract, my sister, 11 years younger than me, spoilt brat have zero in common with.

Yeah Ego, two of my sister despised each other until their mid 20s and suddenly they became very close, live practically next door to each other and if you see one without the other, there's something wrong.

Both retired now, all the do is golf, go to rugby and holiday all over the world together.

OTOH, I've two brothers who when they see each other they resume the argument that started when they were 7 over which one was trying to kill the other...

yes it's biazarre how life goes.  my brother and I regularly drew blood in our teens, our parents must have been distraught but we didn't care.  so that meant 10 years of ignoring each other when we left home.  silly really, he's a top lad and I'm very proud of the work he does which is very emotionally draining, the complete opposite of mine which is just dolla mercenary. 

Yes, my brother above me. We despised each other in our teens - we were very different - and came to blows one infamous NYE. 

 

Penny dropped when we each went to college/uni and best mates ever since. "Street Fighting Years" always reminds me of the time when for whatever reason our view of each other changed.

Snowfoxberry, so sorry. That is sad. 

Nice to hear from the other posters who have good relationships with their siblings. I can definitely relate to the hating each other during the teens vibe. I could have murdered mine if my parents hadn’t installed a lock on his bedroom door. We are very close now. 

Fritz I don't mean that as tragic as it sounds, it's partly location. They all still live in the relatively remote village I grew up in. It's a long trip that I can't see me making if not visiting my parents, and they would be unlikely to visit me, they barely leave the area.

My teenagers don’t talk to each other, they have completely different interests and personalities. I really hope they will be much closer when they are adults 🤞🏽.

Thanks for the interesting range of replies.

The background is my 'rapport' with my sister. 

We are wildly different and have spent 25/30 years on and off not talking. I bear her no animosity just have generally found life far easier not having to deal with her. She has a heart of gold but specialises in impracticality to a degree I have seldom seen in anyone else, and has egg shell syndrome. She is surrounded by them at every turn, and my not crushing them is a major challenge.

That came to a head a few months ago when we had to set aside our differences as first my father and then my mother declined very rapidly and have found themselves in care homes. Credit where due: her dedication to them has been amazing, albeit sometimes OCD baffling and slightly deranged in its intensity

Not losing my cool has tested my patience immensely, and I wondered what life might have been like if we actually jogged along less dysfunctionally.