I’m changing names for the same if secrecy.

This is also the longest I’ve ever typed! If anyone reads this whole thing I’ll be impressed.

I’m 31 and just had my first baby 8 months ago. During my pregnancy, high risk, my younger sister, Vanessa, started dating a guy who I went to school with. She didn’t know that I knew him previously. One day I FaceTimed her, she turned the screen and I saw him. I asked “is that John Johnson?”(fake name). When she heard me say his real name she hung up on me. I didn’t care and went about my day. Later she called me and asked how I knew him and if I ever slept with him. I told her I knew him from school and never once did we ever have any contact. Just knew him through friends. A few days later on FaceTime I asked what she was doing and she said “John Johnson just got out of the shower and we are going to the store”. Then she told him “say hi”, turned her screen and he said hi. Then she said “show her under the towel”. He then opened his towel and swung his hips left to right making his penis move around. I turned my phone and told her “never do that shit to me again.” When my husband got home, I told him what happened. He went into an immediate rage. Saying how lucky he was that we live so far away and also said what he was going to do the next time we saw John Johnson in person. My sister is 27 and John Johnson’s is my age. We didn’t speak for a few weeks and then she sent me a tiktok she made of them with photos of their relationship. The last picture on that tiktok is him naked with an emoji covering his privates. I said to her “don’t ever send me a picture of him naked. Covered or not”. She said I was a hater and she truly felt bad for me. We didn’t speak the rest of my pregnancy and she cause a lot of drama between me and my family. Not that she cared.

Fast forward to the day I give birth. 2-22-22. She texts me and congratulates me. I say thank you and then we kind of just rekindled our sisterly relationship. My daughter was in the NICU for a week and on her 2nd day my sister texted me at 1130 at night saying “please call me and just have a normal conversation with me”. I was wrecked from being in the NICU so I was sleeping. The next day I was back at the hospital and my sister FaceTimes me. Asked if anyone else was in the room. I said no. Then she said “look” she process to flip her bottom lip over and the inside of the lip is all black and purple. She unloads a story about how he’s been on suboxon (I’m not sure how it’s spelled.). She said he was having trouble getting excited in the bedroom, would sweat through his clothes all the time. Even with low activity. And how he has become so aggressive. She confronted him with her concerns and it turned into a fist fight. More like him punching her in the face and dragging her around HER home by her hair and throat. Her kids were sleeping in the other room when this happened. She told me that she waited for him to go to work the next morning and she called the cops to have him removed from her home. He begged her to change her story when he was arrested but she didn’t. She was granted a 30 day R.O and said she was done with him.

She begged me not to tell our family. I told her I was proud of her for having him arrested and as long as she kept away from him, I wouldn’t tell anyone. Then I see online how they’re saying the love each other and posting pictures again. I called her out on it. She lied and then changed the subject. I told her if she ever was with him again, I’m telling our family what danger she’s in. I’m almost 4 hours away. I s not help her in a moments notice if she needs it.

Low and behold, she got RIGHT back with him. So I told our family. My mother, my older sister, and one aunt.

My sister then LIED to them and swore on her kids lives saying that I was lying and making it up. I was jealous of what they had and wanted them to break up. (I’m married to an amazing man and have beautiful children. I’m a stay at home mother and I love my life. No jealousy from me). I’m not sure how it worked but they all believed her. So I showed them screen shots of our conversation and also of his day, time, and reason for being arrested. Sister said I made it all up. Family was questioning me constantly. My story never wavered. Over time though, my sister slowly admitted to little physical fights here and there. Telling them that she provoked him to the point of abuse and it was her fault. They all think that’s ok and are letting her live in la la land. Vanessa is extremely afraid of someone calling CPS. So instead of breaking up with the abuser, she tells the family I’ve talked bad about them, which I didn’t ever do.

Now my daughter is healthy and thriving and my family doesn’t know a thing about her. They don’t know what she looks like, they don’t know that she has 2 bottom teeth coming in. They don’t know that she has red hair and blue eyes. I’m sad bc my mom wasn’t such a great mom and I’ve raised her and our other younger sister myself. We have different dads and their dad passed away years ago from a heart attack.

I’m also sad that my peers get a “village” to help them with their child and I don’t. My husband owns his own business so he is constantly working and providing. The only family I have is my youngest sister (who also was told by Vanessa that John Johnson was beating her), and a cousin who lives 13 hours away.

Also the sister whose with John Johnson, said that one of their fights was so bad, that she thought he was going to strangle her to death so she stabbed him and ripped his ear lobe (he had gross gauges since high school), and now his ear is noticeably ripped. I told my family who doubts me “if there’s no violence, ask her what happened to his ear”. And they just WONT ask. I’m at a loss as to why this is all happening bc I told them so they would be able to help her. I didn’t think she could destroy a whole family like this.

Should have I just minded my own business? Was I wrong? Or did it bring to light the bad people in my life who needed to exit? I’m conflicted within.