Hooooooo boy. So almost immediately after that last incident (see the links there for past stories about my entitled sister and her run ins with the police, her sweet boyfriend, and my entitled grandmother) I posted about, my eldest sister has officially gone nuts. Not even needing any provocation. This'll be another long one like always, I'll put a TLDR in the end for those of you who feel too lazy to read the whole thing. Idk what people want from me about the block texts though since I do break up paragraphs and indent at the beginning but it resets it sometimes because mobile. As per usual, the main players:
S= sister, SB= sisters boyfriend, BF= My boyfriend, M= mom, D= dad, L/Loli= myself if I ever need to refer to myself.
So right after S threw her fit on mothers day and tried to jump off my balcony because her husband didn't give her enough attention, SB left for several days and we encouraged it so he could clear his head and think. He returned because he does think she's right about a few things, mainly him not being present enough in their son's life and avoiding her at the animals too often, and my whole family thinks S is under stress too much with her son and needs to chill the fuck out. My mom has taken her to church to speak with god about calming herself down and seeing everyone else's points, but it has obviously done nothing.
While SB was out, I noticed my blow torch that my mom bought me for Christmas was missing. (I use it for fusing glass and in my metal working college class) It was a MappPro gas tank and SB was kind enough to lend me a torch head since my mom bought me one with the tank that was specifically for propane and the gas wouldn't light (Haha you guys get real gaslighting now, get off my butt about it in the comments). I stuck it in my room on my desk with the rest of my art supplies and I left for college, and I always. ALWAYS. Lock my door after living with my sister and grandma. Wasn't a case of forgetting because before I leave for class I always jiggle my door handle and make sure it's shut and locked. I forget about the torch tank with the attached head and here comes a case of my mom asking me to make a cake for the family because my grandma is on her ass about "Why hasn't Loli made any sweets recently? She only makes them for herself or when she has a special occasion. I bought ______ just so she can make something with it and it's about to spoil and you guys hate spoiled food. Get her to make something." So I think hell why not. I make angel food cake with a meringue frosting, basically a fluffy marshmallow like frosting you torch like baked Alaska on the outside and it tastes like clouds and sugar. (its mostly made of sugar, egg whites, vanilla, and you have to whip it up in a kitchen aid mixer to make it fluffy and stiff.)
I make the cake and its time to torch the outside of the meringue so I look for my torch, it's very handy actually for stuff like this. Long story short, I spend the better part of an hour looking for it, knowing I put it on my desk, before I ask my dad if he saw it. He says no. I ask SB in case he managed to see it, and he also says no, but he heard my sister using a torch on my balcony where she smokes. I go up and look on the balcony and the sneaky bitch hid it behind a couch. Uh huh. I take it back but the question hits me, "How did she even manage to get it from my room?"
I go to S and ask her how she got my torch (with my name written on it) and she says "Oh M told me to just go get it from your room..." I call M and she says no she would never do that and only she has a key to my room. S's next story is SB told her to get it since I stole his torch head. I go ask SB and he says he has another and even his own tank in the trunk of his car and would never tell her to break into my room. I tell D about S taking the torch and he looks just as confused as me and says he will talk to her about violating people's privacy. Minutes later, S runs up to me and starts yelling her lungs out saying I lied and am trying to get her kicked out of the house etc. I ignore her and go to my room.
The. Next. Day. I spot her picking the lock on my parents bedroom door with a flat head screwdriver. The same kind of door knob with the same lock (Its just a little hole, not a key hole) as the one on my bathroom. (It's a Jack and Jill except there's a door to the hallway and a door to my room, so technically my bedroom has 2 doors.) I watch her pick the lock and she spots me and sputters "Oh D is taking a nap in here but I have to put my son down for a nap in their room while I do stuff in mine... he's just asleep so he wouldn't open the door." Uh huh. I tell my mom about this and she gets my dad to yell at her for doing sneaky shit and my mom gets mad at her too. It becomes very obvious how she got in my room.
I explain to BF why I'm upset about her breaking into my room and he comes up with the best idea on how to solve her criminal-like behavior. This. He learned it from a friend when he lived in another country in an apartment with no locks on bedroom doors and a constant stream of guests staying with them who knew no privacy. He's a genius. So he comes over just to do this with a fork to my hallway/bathroom door and the next day, S asks to use my bathroom after a year of never asking. I let her out of the kindness of my heart even after she stole my belongings and lied to me because hell, sisters are sisters. Gotta still play nice when you live under the same roof.
Now, she is not allowed to use my bathroom because she is an asshole and has agreed in the past in front of my mom to never ever step foot in it again, after she stole a curved, plastic tip syringe that I got to rinse out my wisdom teeth sockets after having surgery to have them removed. She stole it from my bathroom when we shared it and lied to my face, my mom's face, and my dad's face about it, literally right before I spotted it on her dresser. Her excuse was "Loli didn't need it, but my son did! I need to suck the boogers out of his nose and look at them." First, she's a disgusting human being. Second, that is something the doctor gave me that I actually NEED to prevent an infection in my jaw that might kill me or cripple me/ cause permanent damage and pain. Third, WHY WOULD YOU SHOVE SOMETHING SHARP AND PLASTIC UP AN INFANT'S NOSE WHEN THEIR BONE IS ESSENTIALLY TISSUE PAPER?! (This was when her son was actually weeks/days old)
So I agreed to let her use my bathroom. She tries to use the hallway/bathroom door and I say "Oh. no just come through here." I motion through my bedroom door. She looks annoyed but does and I let her go to the bathroom.
She does her biz and then snidely says, "I'll just leave through the other door like a normal human being."
I say, "Oh no, you can't haha. "BF's name" fixed that lock." She looks at the lock and leaves through my bedroom door without a word and slams my door shut. An hour or two later, my mom gets home from work and I hear yelling downstairs and my mom telling her to "Shut the fuck up! Just shut up, oh my god!" for the first time in years. I then get a text, like clockwork, from my mom. Word for word:
"Is it true you nailed your door shut!!!" Yep. My sister said that to try and get me in trouble.
"No???"
"________ just told me you nailed the door shut and broke off a fork in the lock."
"Lol no come look"
My mom comes upstairs and looks at my door and is more amazed by it that BF managed to do this with a fork since my sister actually broke the last lock on my door (A slide lock at eye height) to get in and steal my shit and this works better. She said it's okay and to leave it but she'd get me something better later. She then went to go control my sister's melt down for preventing her from picking my lock. She said she DESERVES TO USE MY BATHROOM even though she agreed not to because using my parents bathroom or the other bathroom upstairs wasn't fair and her son "NEEDED LOLI'S BATHROOM!!!!"
Personally, I think that she's pissed she can no longer break into my room or bathroom while I'm not home and she got sloppy, so she wants me to remove the lock so she can resume being an asshole. She's been having a fit about it still for days and has been arguing with SB because he agrees that I'm in the right. My dad also came up to look at it and laughed so hard, agreed it was cool and I should keep it, then told me to take the trash out. But, my sister has gone out of her way still to give me hell about this even though everyone else agrees I'm in the right. She makes SB switch places with her at the dinner table loudly so everyone can hear her say she doesn't want to sit next to me and honestly, I have more fun joking around with SB when he sits next to me than I do ignoring S.
She has also demanded in public for me to give her back everything she has ever lent me, which is exactly one tank top and a pair of pants that she couldn't fit into, and I replied with her having to pay for new nail polish of mine (my favorite actually) that she lost years ago and she went into another hysterical fit about me being selfish and entitled about things that "Shouldn't even matter anymore!!!" She now opens my mail and then tells my mom to tell me it arrived (I know it's illegal to open someone else's mail, its just petty and childish of her and I won't sue her, as much as I'd love to.) but since then, I have had nothing else go missing in my room and I bought my own torch head.
No other updates on the barbecue post court case regarding the neighbor who tried to take my dog by the way, but I think we should expect some around June 17th.
TLDR: Sister throws fit when my boyfriend uses a creative method to prevent her from picking the lock to my bathroom/bedroom, then demands that I allow her to have free access to my bathroom after she agreed to never set foot in it again. Reason why she isn't allowed is she stole something I needed to prevent infections after a jaw/tooth surgery and she lied to my face while I was looking at it in her room. She continues to give me hell to this day for keeping her from picking the locks on my doors.
Submitted May 21, 2019 at 02:20AM by Undercover_Loli http://bit.ly/2VOjsWh
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