Sister who? All I need is my man 🤩

It was my sister’s 23rd birthday yesterday and a few days ago I lost my wedding ring when it fell in a drain outsitr

The plan was to take the kids to school/daycare as usual, Nic (my husband) went to work in the morning but would leave around 4 to pick up the kids and head to my sister’s house with them for 4:30. I wanted to go earlier to have a talk with her because I needed to clear up a few things with her.

My sister and I are on bad terms at the moment, basically for the last three years she’s been a total bitch to me. She has four kids, her oldest turned 3 in April and she had her youngest in March. She turns 23.

When I had my first miscarriage before Chloe, in September 2018, she just had Romy and basically said that I did that on purpose and I killed my baby (I found out I was pregnant then miscarried the next day) and accused me of faking the pregnancy and the miscarriage to make myself more interesting.

Then I had Chloe and she had Samuel the same year, we “made peace” and things were okay for a while, until I miscarried again in January 2020. Same shit. She was two months pregnant and wanted the attention all to herself and I “stole her spotlight”. She had William in July 2020, I miscarried again in April but didn’t tell her…

Then I got pregnant with Amelie…

Bam, she’s also pregnant.

She got so mad at me because I was due in May. Like 10 days after her. May is HER month and apparently no one else can be born in May. My first miscarriage was also due in May, and she ain’t having it.

I decide to take a break from her and her nonsense and live my pregnancy in peace. We found out we’re both expecting girls. We talk again but I’m skeptical and trying to keep my distance a bit.

December 21st 2020, stillbirth at 18 weeks. She tells me that it’s my fault and I shouldn’t conceive to be due in May because it kills my babies. Among other shit.

I don’t talk to her for a few months. We have a conversation and she apologized but you know I had trouble dealing with that miscarriage still so I try to talk to her today about it…

When I got there she was alone with the kids, so I figured I’d help out a bit. Try to help with lunch, but no, I’m doing it wrong. Romy can eat whole grapes at 3 apparently and we don’t need to cut them. William can drink microwaved formula that’s too hot for him, “he likes it.” I’m “doing everything wrong and I need to stop and she knows what she’s doing”. Livia’s doing tummy time unassisted because “she can’t go anywhere anyways”. Samuel is crying because his diaper is full but “that’s okay he can wait”

I was so mad. Like????????? Are you sure you’re okay???? These kids are straight up being neglected.

She also tells me everything to do and doesn’t like my ideas at all. She wants everything to be perfect but Romy keeps playing with baloons that we blow up and busts one by mistake and wakes up Livia but it’s my fault because I didn’t blow them correctly. I take out the fruit and veggie plates to put on the table so people can eat them but she tells me to leave them in the fridge and people can make their plates from there and it will remain cold. I then try to sort the beverages out so kids can have juice boxes, there’s water, and pepsi cans, she tells me to leave them in the fridge as well.

I sit down and tell her “okay well since you don’t want me to do anything, I’ll just sit with the kids and watch. Then she says “well then if you don’t want to help me what are you even doing here?”

I’m telling you I could literally have killed her.

I’ve been there for three hours at this point and I really want to get the fuck outta there.

At around 2 pm her boyfriend shows up with a cake. She throws a fit because she wanted reese’s peanut butter chunks on it and her boyfriend knows both Nic and I are allergic (and so does she!!!) so he got oreo. I don’t care about the cake that much honestly but she threw the cake on the floor when she saw it. That’s when I decided to get the hell out of there and head home, which I should have done a lot sooner tbh.

I had hope. Hope that my sister could become a decent human being. I was wrong.

I get home, I’m alone of course, I decide to take a cold shower, I do that when I’m in a REALLY bad mood; which isn’t often but it calmed me down a bit. Then, my mom calls me, saying that Roxanne cancelled everything and wants to be alone. I tell her what happened. She’s fuming and she calls Roxanne and gives her shit on the phone while I’m on the other line. A truly glorious moment tbh. She offers to go get the kids from daycare so Nic and I can have a couple hours.

He gets home around 3:45 after a very vague “I’ll fucking kill her” text from me. He knew lol.

I tell him everything that happened and the cold shower calming effect is gone hahaha. After a very long venting session, and him trying to calm me down, I’m doing a lot better then he pulls out a box from his pocket and says “I wanted to wait until next week (Amelie’s due date) because I knew it was going to be a hard day, but this moment seems appropriate”

He opens the box and it’s my wedding ring 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I managed to contain my tears until then but I SOBBED.

HOW.

WHAT.

WHEN.

WHAT.

HOW?????????

This man. Contacted the city. Told them what had happened. And it hadn’t fell into the water like I thought it did it was on the side 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭.

God.

That took a while to write lmao. I’m so fucking lucky to have him. When I look back on this day I’ll think about him, not about whatever nonsense happened earlier. Sister who? Don’t know her.