I just really needed to vent

So my sister had her baby on 12/12. My mom has temporary custody of him right now because the father spanked him for crying when he was three weeks old. My sister didn’t do anything but “baby!” and it’s like she didn’t care. She defended him by saying everyone gets frustrated and everyone parents differently. She is 17 and she has supervised visitation but she lives at home with our mom as well and legally she can’t leave till she is 18. The dad gets two hours every other Saturday but he hasn’t visited him his last two weekends he had.

So, I have to be here all the time. If i leave, I have to take her baby with me. Around 3 or 4 she usually brings him to me to watch him because she can’t leave with him and my mom isn’t off work yet.

I also have to basically mother my sister while my mom is at work. Make sure she takes a bath, make sure she gives the baby a bath, make sure she washes her hair, if you have to go in their and wash it. I told my mom the baby isn’t really clean, my sister still smells when she gets out the bath tub and she bathes him with her. My mom was like maybe you can wash him then. I said no. It’s not my place to and it’s kinda strange to me being his isn’t my child.

I also have school online and have two dogs to take care of during the day. One is a German Shepard puppy (7 months tomorrow) and he’s hyper most of the time. I’m also fifteen weeks pregnant. Everyone says it’s good practice but I’ve got a lot going on just like anyone else. I feel pretty stressed and I’m scared for my baby. I’ve broke down crying like five times since Thursday. I took on a mother roll of a newborn and teenager so it’s definitely not something I’m used to. Especially since I’m only twenty.

My fiancé tells me I need to tell them no, but I feel my mom is gonna play the you live here rent free card. We lived a little over a hour away and my fiancé was driving every day back and fourth so we moved in to my moms till we get a place out here. The rent is significantly higher here. We left Saturday to go visit my fiancé’s family and she wanted me to take the baby because she said her and my dad can’t go out to eat with him. She knows I won’t take him because my sister sleeps with him and he fussed if he’s not with you. I was up almost all night when I took him last time because he kept crying. My mom said she felt like she was punished. I said well that’s neither one of our faults.

Anyway, last night we came home, took our dogs out and got ready for bed. I’m laying in bed and I hear my sister say a dog peed in the house and it was this dog because he doesn’t use it that much and it wasn’t that dog, blah blah blah. I went there and I said I know your not implying it was my dog. I just took her outside and I watched her pee. And she was like I didn’t say that i said your implying and she said she wasn’t and ended up saying whatever. Then my damm just broke. Everything I’ve been holding back started to come out and she started to threaten to hit me in my stomach and I said what are you gonna do natalie, your gonna hit a pregnant women and she said it again, and I got in her face and told her she was just has bad as him (her baby’s dad) and my mom ran in there and got in front of her.

What kind of person threatens a baby’s life?! Born or not. I’m still just so frustrated that she said that and nothing was done. My mom called her in their room and said she couldn’t do that but still? You don’t even make a threat like that. It’s a life. Like just typing it makes my blood boil.

She gets away with a lot. She’s a compulsive lier. She lied to her baby’s dad’s family so much. Told them she was a model. She bought Kyler a seven bedroom house. She had a baby named Mary that she gave up for adoption two or three years ago, to a cop friend that couldn’t have kids and we didn’t know because she lived with my grand mother and my grand mother would tell us anything. Which is that never happened. My grandma would not let her move in because of how she acts and my uncle lives their who wouldn’t let her move in for the same reason. She told them in March she had cancer and six months to live. Like why would you lie about that! There are people fighting for their lives and it’s truly a fear of mine of someone I love getting it. I’m extremely deeply scared of someone I love getting it. I pray every single day about it.

I just feel like I asked to mother my child. I signed up for that. That’s what I want. And now I’m just so worried about our baby after being caught up in all this stress.It’s kind of a lot. I’m sorry I just needed to vent.