A little bit of background info:
I moved out of my parent’s house when I was 22. My sister (25), on the other Hand, Has been living with our parents up until about 2 months ago.
She has always had the upper Hand in life, our parent’s baby the absolute special one. She doesn’t cook or clean. She doesn’t give them any money. All the money she gets, she spends on things like clothes and jewellery. If she were to save up, she could have a condominium or maybe even a house by now.
Our parents are extremely loving, but they can be pretty strict when it comes to specific things.
This is where her “Moving” Out comes in.
Our parents somehow found out about my sister’s job, in short, she sells herself. Not exactly sure what kind, but she’s in the business. I didn’t even know until they found out. They were absolutely pissed. So, they kicked her out.
My sister and I have a fine relationship. We aren’t close by any means, but we’re still sisters.
She calls me up and begs me to let her stay with me until this blows over. I say fine, because like, she’s my sister. I felt bad for her.
She shows up with several bags, and even some furniture she stowed away in her boyfriend’s place. I watch in awe as I see them unloading it into my home. I tell her that I can’t and won’t be able to accept her putting all this stuff in my house. She blows me off and tells me that I won’t even notice she’s there.
She never cleans up after herself. She’s staying in my second bedroom, and I don’t even wanna know how messy it is in there. There’s always plates piled onto the coffee table in the living room, cigarette buds in my candle holders, wrappers, garbage, dirty clothes, all over the floor. I’m constantly up cleaning after her because if I ask her to clean, she says she will and just never does.
She spends forever getting ready, her showers usually take like an hour and forty-five minutes. She’s driving up my water bill, and of course, if I ask her to be more mindful about the time she spends, she says she will be but just never does.
I could continue but I think you get my point.
I eventually put my Foot down and tell her that I can’t have her here anymore unless she starts acting differently. This is when she tells me she’s pregnant, most likely to get sympathy out of me. I offer to pay for her stay at a hotel that’s not too far away, but she declines because they aren’t up to her living standards.
Up until this point, my sister has been relatively passive towards me. But while I was helping her load things into her boyfriend’s car, she tells me that I’m the worst sister ever. She hasn’t called or texted me since and I don’t know how she’s doing, or where she’s staying.
I don’t even know if I’m in the right at this point. I feel like I could have done more to help her realize what her responsibilities are. Cause, in my Mind, she’s kinda like a child. Like our parents never disciplined her or taught her anything.