TTBM: My wonderful, wonderful older sister. Oh, how I love her right now.
Our story begins a few months ago, when my sister went out to clubs late at night and began to rebel against everything my parents have ever told her during her entire life. My parents found out she was working in an erotic massage parlor (she told them she only did secretary work. We found out 2 weeks ago that she was working the back) and shit hit the fan. After a bunch of bullshit (she fucked a dude in Quebec and got pregnant, then aborted the baby), she suddenly declares she's going down to the south, near Cuba for a third time. The first one was for a graduation gift, which my family and I agree was the worst decision we had ever made, the second was because she wanted a vacation down there, because she fell madly in love with some Cuban who ended up taking her virginity (but not making her pregnant). This time, however, she says it's humanitarian work. Hard to believe after all the lies she fed us, but we gave her the benefit of the doubt. She leaves.
Once over there, she claims to have been robbed. She asks my parents for money. Since she already owed them 1000 bucks, they refused. So, she turned to me, her only brother and the only person in this family to have ever understood her. I used to listen to her stories and give her some advice, which she sometimes followed. Anyways, she says that she's really in some deep shit and needs my help. But of course, Melodie! What are siblings for, right? So, I lend her some of my hard earned, very important money that I was putting away for the future. She thanks me greatly, I feel somewhat happy that I could help out.
But then she contacts me again. And again. Apparently, she's having lots of trouble, owes people money down in Cuba, has problem with the airport, ect. She keeps asking me for money. I, being a retarded motherfucker, keep lending her money, warning her that the debt was getting pretty fucking high. She tells me not to worry about it, that as soon as she'd come back to Canada, she'd get in contact with her friend and get a nice, high paying job that she'd work her ass off to, and my high debt would be paid back in no time, and oh, don't tell mom and dad about this pretty please. Being the gullible moron that I am, I believe her every word. And that is how she owed me six thousand seven hundred dollars I am not kidding and I hate myself
She comes back from Cuba and we see that she had liposuction and other bullshit done (gee, I wonder how she paid for that) and we later found out there was no such thing as humanitarian work currently happening near Cuba and that she had an all expense paid vacation down there courtesy of the National Bank of Charles fucking Ferland, where we throw our money out of the window if you give us a nice sob story. I was a bit peeved (to say the least) and I remind her of the high debt and she says it's no problem. She even begins to pay me back a week after her return, and I foolishly believe she was going to actually pay me back. She then claims to my parents that she had seen the light and that she was going to return to church and change her ways and other such bullshit lies.
A month goes by where she barely pays me back any of the money she owes me and she's living off of our house with her bullshit double standards (I ask her to help clean the kitchen, she replies that she doesn't need to because she technically doesn't live here anymore. My younger sister asks her to stop hogging the computer downstairs and she tells her she's allowed because she lives here for the moment). I keep reminding my sister about my money because my parents were curious about how much money I had left and I didn't want to tell them that I gave my entire savings to that LYING, BACKSTABBING CUNT, and she replies that she's working on it and that she had no money, despite the fact that we recently found some expensive makeup that she left behind, retail price of 25 bucks.
So, after making it clear to everyone that she didn't change a single bit, she leaves for Ontario, saying she got a good job there. But, of course, not leaving without some of my younger sister's makeup and curling iron, some of my mom's earings and clothes, and without leaving my dad a nice long distance phone bill of 600 dollars. While she's over there, the amount of cash left in my bank comes to light, and my parents are obviously freaking out. My mom even began to cry.
So, I tell her, on Facebook, which was my only form of communication with her, that my parents found out about the debt, and that my mom was crying. So, realizing the wrongs of her ways, she apologizes and-
Oh, wait, no. I mistook my sister with someone who had a conscience.
No, her response?
She deletes me from Facebook.
No, you read that right.
She ends the only way I have of communicating with her, and I can pretty much put a cross on the 6140 dollars she still owes me.
If she ever asks me for any kind of help, ever again, I will LAUGH. OPENLY. RIGHT IN HER FUCKING FACE. BEFORE SLAMMING THE DOOR OR THE PHONE.
