I (26f) was not very close with my sister (30f) during our adult life. My sister, we will call her Amanda, has not always been the best person. She started becoming addicted to “pills” and alcohol when I was around 15. Although she has made attempts to get clean, it never lasted, but only for a few days to week.
I made my pregnancy announcement one day at a family dinner, but to my surprise, Amanda was actually there, which she usually never is. We had never hung out after we had both been working during our adult life, so it was weird to say. When I made my announcement, Amanda was surprised.
About 8 months later, Amanda was making her way to become clean again. Nobody got their hopes up since we have seen this pattern before. To everyone’s surprise, my baby came early. I gave birth to the most beautiful daughter. I had asked the nurses to reject Amanda if she ever tried to come to visit in the hospital because I did not want my daughter around someone who bad example.
I got a call from Amanda a day after I had given birth asking why she was not allowed to come see us. I explained to her that I did not feel comfortable having a pills user around my daughter who has never really made any REAL attempt at getting clean. She was boiling and yelled at me over the phone saying that I was not being supportive or giving her a chance to prove herself to us. I told her that unless she was truly clean, I did not want my baby to be near to her.
She yelled at me and said I was a horrible mother because I didn’t allow my daughter to see her aunty, which could harm her, but I don’t understand how it could harm her since she’s not even old enough to have her own thought. Amanda had told me that I didn’t deserve my baby and that I should have given her for adoption.
I hung up, angry, but ever since that conversation that we had had, I was starting to have doubts on whether or not I was a good mother.
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