...but I've certainly had a hand in raising my sister. I'm the one she goes too when shit hits the fan, I'm the one she asks for money, I'm the one who made her lunches for school, counseled her when she broke up with boyfriends etc.
Well, she's been dating this complete douchebag for a while. An off and on kind of relationship. Every time she calls me, I hear stupid stories about how he bashed her head into a wall, or called her this name or that name, or how she thinks he's cheating on her and Oh Big Sister, what do I do? I need advice!
Well, she's 18 years old. So telling her how retarded she is and that she's not allowed to see him (like my parents do) isn't going to work. So. I tell her she needs to think about herself, and whether or not this is a happy relationship and whether or not she needs to be part of it. I remind her how beautiful she is, how intelligent she is, and how his behavior is not normal or acceptable.
Today she found out he was cheating on her (again). And I guess she's had enough, because she broke up with him again, via text message. And he called me all depressed and manipulative talking about how he wanted to off himself because he loved her so much and this other girl was lying and trying to break him and her up. Typical high school bullshit. Except he's 23. A year older than me. He should know better.
Anyway, I ask my sister about it, she gives me the details, and her phone rings for the hundredth time in five minutes, and this time, he leaves voicemail.
Where he tells her she's a worthless bitch, stupid, and needs to learn to keep her goddamn legs closed. Where he tells her to move, because if he sees her in this town again, he's going to rape and murder her, just like she deserves.
And then he drives up to the coffee shop where her and I and her best friend are sitting. Parks outside and stares at us through the window. And then follows us to my parents' house. So, I send my sister and her friend inside, grab the baseball bat out of the back of my dad's car and walk up to his window, roll it down and ask him what his problem is. He immediately bursts into tears, talks about how he loves her so much and he can't live without her and he's going to kill himself and he's here because he wants to see her one more time.
So I ask him "So. Need help?"
"Yes! Please! Can you ask her to come outside?"
"No No. I don't think you understand. I meant, help killing yourself"
"what?"
"You heard me."
He erupts into this rage, tries to leave his truck, I slam his door back shut, stick my face right in his and tell him he needs to start driving. So he tells me he'll be back for me. I tell him to try me,
And I go back inside and my sister, watching this whole thing from the window gives me this gigantic hug and thanks me, and promises me it's really over this time.
They'll be back together by the end of the night.
How the hell do you people deal with this shit?
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