I grew up sharing a bedroom with my sister. It was crazy because we never really did get along. In fact, we drove each other absolutely crazy. We would fight over everything from clothes to boys to who had to clean up which parts of the bedroom. She always wanted me to clean the side my bed was on, which wasn’t fair because it was also the side with the closet.

As we got older and our need for privacy grew greater, the fighting got worse and worse. We would end up physically hurting each other and there was nowhere to go to escape the other person. I hated it when she touched my stuff and I am sure she hated it when I wore her clothes.

We are both adults now, with our own children and we get along just fine. Maybe it is because we don’t have to share a room anymore or maybe it is because we are both more mature. I think it would have been great having this kind of relationship growing up, but at least we survived the wrath of each other and got to this point where we can just enjoy each other.