My older sister makes me so. freaking. angry.
She’s in her 30s. She’s been in trouble in the past with drugs, but is on probation and never actually served any time. I’m beginning to wish she’d get caught screwing up again and have to go to jail. I know that makes me sound like a horrible sister, but here’s why.
For the first 2 years of my marriage my husband and I were forced to live at home with my mother, where my sister also lives. I’m unable to work, but my husband found a job. We gave my mother $200+ a month, plus bought most of the groceries. I did most of the housework because my mother works her fingers to the bone to try and get by. My sister would literally sit on her a** watching netflix for 20 hours a day unless she was working her crappy job. She wouldn’t even clean up after herself. She would cook our groceries, take one bite and then leave the rest sitting on a plate on the couch or floor in the living room. If someone else didn’t pick it up it would rot, because she would refuse to do so. She probably washed dishes twice in the 10 years we lived at that house.
If anyone else wanted to use the tv or the wii (the wii was mine) she would get an attitude. We wouldn’t let her keep the wii in her bedroom? She held a grudge for a week. We asked her not to eat all the groceries? She held a grudge for a week. She would get an attitude over nothing, make us miserable, and she never gave my mother a CENT to help toward the bills- most of which she racked up with her lazy wasteful lifestyle. Not to mention, she regularly snuck into our bedroom when we were gone and took things. We bought a lock for our door. She picked it and broke it anyway. It took us catching her on video for her to admit it, and even then she made excuses.
Well, the house was foreclosed on. My husband and I finally moved into our own place. Oh, it’s so wonderful. We have to struggle to pay the bills, but it’s so wonderful to have our own place, just the two of us. I miss living with my mother, but I’m so happy to be away from my sister. Part of me feels bad for saying it because I DO love her. She’s my sister. We’ve had some good times and we’re siblings. It’s easier to feel fondness toward her when I’m not living with her and dealing with her on a daily basis. But she literally made me miserable. Her mooching, thieving, and general bitchiness ruined any relationship she might have had with my husband. He put up with her crap for 2 years and during that time he only confronted her once. But he doesn’t like her and I don’t blame him. I don’t like her either.
They moved into a new place to rent. It was agreed once my sis found a job she’d start helping with the bills now that its just them. So far, nada. It’s going to be the same old thing. I knew it!! I KNEW she wasn’t going to change. She wants to mooch off someone for the rest of her life. What’s worse, I’m pretty sure she’s still doing drugs. Our mother is getting older. She’s getting frail. She can’t keep working like she’s working. My stupid sister needs to step up to the plate and take care of our mother now, not the other way around! But she’ll be a pathetic leeching vulture no matter who she hurts.
She’s never living with my husband and I. NEVER. Even if it means she’ll be on the streets, I’m not letting my sister live in our home. Not in a million years. It makes me sound like a b**** but I’ve taken crap from her my whole life. No more.