What’s the most entitled thing you’ve ever seen someone do?

Blackmail, Bonding, and Retaliation

As soon as she picked up, I said that there was no way that I was watching her kids. If she wasn’t here to pick them up herself as soon as possible, then I will be calling CPS on her.

I was literally Googling the number for Child Protective Services while I had her on speaker when she dropped a bombshell on me. Her voice got incredibly deep and scary as she blackmailed me by saying that she would call my job and inform them that I was not taking my bipolar medication and get me fired.

Even though my sister was an idiot who didn’t understand anything about my job, my career was the most important thing to me. I couldn’t risk anyone threatening my position there.

I just hung up after she said that and tried to figure out what to do next. I felt like my head was going to explode from the stress.

Not only could I not watch her kids, but I had a trip planned a month from then to go visit my long-distance boyfriend Eric all the way in Australia and meet his family for the first time. We had been dating for a while, and I had been anticipating this trip all year.

It was so important since he was introducing me to his mom and dad, and I wanted it to go perfectly. Now my life was thrown into chaos all because of my sister, and I had no idea what I was going to do.

I had no idea who else to call other than my mom, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that she sided with my sister just like she had literally always done. I told my mom that my sister hadn’t even come to drop her own kids off, and she said that they were old enough to come to my house alone anyway.

My mom started guilting me and saying that my sister has done a lot for me and that I needed to be there for her just this one time since I never was. That made me lose my mind, and I screamed at her at the top of my lungs and asked her to tell me one single time where my sister has been there for me or improved my life in any way.

I told my mom that both her and my sister had never been there for me and had treated me like I was some unwashed dog in their house instead of their own family. I demanded my mom visit me so that worst case scenario I could leave my mom in my house while I flew to Australia as my nephew’s caretakers instead of me.

I had very little hopes that my sister would abandon her trip to come back for her kids since she was so quick to dump them on me. When my mom finally got to my place, she was cold as ever and looked at me with the same hateful eyes that she always had for me.

We sat down in my living room, and my mom explained to me that I was being an awful sibling to my sister as always and lectured me about family being there in each other’s times of needs.

I ignored all my mom’s appreciative crap and demanded to know exactly what kind of vacation my sister was on that was so important that she would forget her kids and leave them with someone who essentially hated her despite being her own sister.

I told my mom that everything about this was weird and suspicious. My sister disappearing for eight weeks out of nowhere and leaving two young kids behind made no sense, and then I wanted the truth if I was going to be involved without consent like this.

That’s when my mom’s face changed and eventually she admitted to me that my sister wasn’t just going on some vacation. She was actually being flown out by her sugar daddy. I literally laughed when she said this because I thought she was joking, but her face was dead serious.

I was so emotionally exhausted at that point and I freaked out on my mom, asking her how she could be okay with this in any way. I told her that she had raised a complete loser of a daughter who left the country to go see a sugar daddy instead of just getting a job to support her kids.

My mom of course threw all my words back in my face and defended my sister as she always had. At one point she even said that it didn’t matter how much money I had or how nice my house was, that I would always just be the ugly duckling compared to my sister, born ugly and I was going to die ugly.

After she said that, I had to restrain myself from grabbing her by the shirt and throwing her out of my house. When I screamed at my mom to get the hell out of my house, she yelled back that she wasn’t going anywhere.

When I tried directing her out of the room, she pushed me with all her strength into a coffee table that had one of my favorite vases on it. My boyfriend had gifted it to me the last time he had visited us, and it was one of my favorite possessions.

But after my mom pushed me into the coffee table, it fell on the floor and broke into a bunch of little pieces. Looking at the vase destroyed on the floor made me feel just as broken.

I think I had a full-on mental breakdown and started screaming and crying at my mom to get out of my house where I was calling the police on her. I feel so bad because my nephews could definitely hear me from the other room, but I was a mess at that point. It had been such a long painful day.

After I finally managed to get my mom out of the house, my nephew poked their head out of the room and asked me if everything was all right. Their eyes were so wide and they looked so nervous and sad that it just broke my heart.

Even though I didn’t know them very well at all, they were just kids with a mess of a mother, and I felt so bad for them in that moment. I ordered DoorDash for all of us and let them watch movies and play video games in my living room until they passed out late.

When I finally got through to her, I immediately started yelling at her for completely disrupting my life and I brought up CPS again. My sister just gave me this sinister laugh over the phone and told me again that it was my own choice.

I could either watch her kids or lose my job. At one point she hissed that she knew I was nothing without my job and that I would go back to being a loser without it.

This stung me right in the heart because it was the honest truth. I had my degree and a solid resume, but I really identified with my career success and I would do anything not to lose it.

At that point, I was crying and asking my sister why she hated me so much and why she had abandoned her little kids for a sugar daddy. She just said that she was the type of woman who could make millions from a sugar daddy in two months, and that was something I never had to worry about.

I think she was just trying to break me down and make me feel small at that point, so I just gave up, and honestly it was working. We went back and forth for a while until my sister literally hung up on me after a final threat of contacting my job.

I just broke down in tears again, realizing that I had no power against her. My nephews were downstairs watching a movie in the living room, and so I had privacy upstairs and decided to call my boyfriend.

I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him since my nephews had been left on my doorstep, and I ended up breaking down and venting to him about all the details of the situation. I couldn’t hold back tears as I told him about my sister’s threats and my mom’s continued disrespect. I told him how I felt completely trapped by my sister.

Even though he is on the other side of the planet, my boyfriend made me feel so loved and supported, and was literally the only person who was in my corner. I’m so grateful for him.

He said that my sister was potentially committing multiple crimes by abandoning her kids and threatening me with career blackmail and that I needed to get some solid evidence of her actions. He suggested that I contact my sister again and try to get her to repeat her threat about the false medical accusations, but this time secretly record the conversation as evidence.

My boyfriend knew about my past with my sister and my mom and pointed out that my sister was clearly unhinged. It wouldn’t take a lot for my sister to act on this threat and that I should do everything to prepare.

Of course it freaked me out to hear that, but he was 100% right. I knew my sister was insane more than anybody, and I decided to go with his plan even though I was still feeling very emotionally overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

I still wanted my nephews to feel comfortable and cared for. I knew what it felt like to be a child in a home where you weren’t wanted, and I didn’t ever want to make these innocent little boys who were related to me feel that way.

I ended up going downstairs and playing a multiplayer video game with them for a little while, and it ended up being really fun. They were so surprised when I knew how to play first-person shooters.

They were so cute as they were giggling and laughing while watching me get call after call. I wasn’t expecting to bond with them after such a stressful weekend.

But when we all ordered pizza together and had a contest to see who could eat the most pieces of pepperoni, I realized that I honestly love the two little boys. They were nothing like their mom.

Even though I knew my sister couldn’t have been a great parent, they were both super polite. Even though it took a little while for them to come out of their shells, they were both really sweet, funny little boys.

They were very good about cleaning up after themselves and were always saying please and thank you. As I was hanging out with my nephews into the afternoon, I realized that they both had holes in their socks and my older nephew’s clothes looked sort of small on him.

I looked through the rest of the clothes my sister had packed for them and realized that they were all either old or too small for the boys they were meant for. Again, I wasn’t incredibly surprised that my sister was a cheap, neglectful parent, and I decided to take my nephews to the mall for some new wardrobes.

I almost cried multiple times during that trip to the mall because my nephews completely came out of their shells and were so excited and happy running around the mall. Like I said, I remember what it felt like to be a neglected child, and I just wanted them to feel like they could have anything they wanted and that I was there for them and wanted to make them happy.

So anytime we walked past a window and they wanted to go in a store, we would go in, and I kept buying them whatever they wanted. It was impossible not to.

My youngest nephew was missing his two front teeth, and every time he gave me his goofy little empty smile, my heart ached and I had to buy him another little treat or toy. They left the mall that day with new clothes that looked great on them and fit them comfortably, and I had also bought them both Nintendo Switches.

It was so hard not to spoil them. I didn’t have kids of my own, and I had plenty of money to buy them the little things they wanted.

When I had bought them the Switches, both of them broke down crying and hugged me. I noticed the 10-year-old had started crying again during our ride home and I asked him if he was okay.

He looked at me through his tears in his eyes and asked me why I was being so nice to them and why they deserved it. I told him that they deserved my kindness because they were my boys too and that they were kids and that alone meant they deserve to be happy.

This only seemed to make him cry harder, and he told me that he was feeling angry at his mom for keeping us apart. This broke my heart, and I told him that I was sorry that we hadn’t been able to get to know each other before.

But I was really happy that he and his brother were here with me now, even if I hadn’t expected it. I asked him some questions about how his home life was, and it was exactly as I expected.

My older and younger nephew both slowly started to open up to me about how much their mom poorly treated them at times. My heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces as I heard this.

I knew that my sister and her baby dad were horrible people who were probably doing it, but it was another thing to hear it straight from their mouths and hear the pain in their voices. When we got home, I cooked a big dinner for all of us and they played on their Switches together for the rest of the night.

I left them alone in the living room to go call my sister again in my room, ready to play out the plan my boyfriend had given me. This time, I tried my best to stay calm and collected on the phone, even though I wanted to call my sister every name in the book.

It wasn’t difficult to steer the conversation towards the medical accusation as soon as I brought up CPS again. My sister freaked out and threw the threat at my face, insisting I would be fired for being a crazy in secret and saying that she didn’t care if I was actually taking my medication or not.

She just kept telling me that nobody would believe a crazy sick like me and that I didn’t deserve my job anyway. I honestly think my sister might have been on drugs herself during this call because she sounded strung out and just kept repeating crazy phrases.

After I had gotten what I needed out of the call, I hung up on my sister as she just kept saying that I didn’t deserve anything in this life, “I didn’t deserve anything” over and over again. Whatever, I pushed her words out of my mind as I made sure that I had recorded the entire call successfully.

I had my sister recorded on audio saying that she was going to make false medical accusations to my employer. I realized how genius my boyfriend had been to suggest getting this recording.

I started emotionally preparing myself for the fallout if my sister followed through with her threat. After getting the recording, I tried my best to calm down and put my nephews to bed.

The next morning before they woke up, I called CPS as soon as the line opened and reported the entire situation. I explained how my sister had abandoned her children and how we were completely estranged.

I even went so far as to say that she had not only abandoned them but left them here under completely false pretenses and then used manipulation and coercion to force me to take care of them. I was surprised that CPS was actually pretty helpful and I shared the recording with them.

The agent that I spoke took a moment to listen to the recording and said that it was clear that my sister was using blackmail to neglect her children and was certainly committing a litany of crimes. The agent informed me that they would be opening an investigation immediately and that my sister would be contacted as soon as possible.

I was shaking after the call and tried to decompress the best that I could and spent the rest of the day with my nephews relaxing and bonding with them. My mom ended up calling me the next day, and I really have no idea why I even picked up.

I think I was just still so disoriented and emotionally vulnerable and ended up getting into another huge fight with her over the phone. I let it slip to her that I had gone and called CPS and that my sister would finally pay for the way she treated me.

My mom hung up as soon as I said that. I’ll be honest, I was shaking after those calls. Just making the call to CPS was so nerve-wracking.

Fighting with my mom over the phone and telling her about CPS felt like a huge mistake. I didn’t regret calling CPS, but I knew that my mom would do anything to protect my sister.

She didn’t care about my nephew’s safety, just the same as my sister. All I really knew about my mom was that she hated me and that she loved my sister. I wasn’t sure what would happen next.

There was absolutely no way that my mom wasn’t going to immediately contact my sister after finding out that I had contacted CPS and try to put her two steps ahead of me. I was sure that she had hung up the phone on me to call my sister immediately and there was no way that my sister wouldn’t know about me calling CPS by the next day.

I had a sleepless night, and the next morning when I arrived at work, my receptionist informed me that my supervisor had scheduled a meeting with me before lunch, which meant that it was urgent. As nervous as I was to learn about this impromptu meeting, I knew that it was coming.

Like I said, I knew my sister was crazy, and it was clear that all she wanted to do was ruin my life. I sat down in the meeting and cracked my knuckles to try to relieve the tension I was feeling.

My two supervisors were there, and so was a higher up I had never met before. All of them were looking at me with suspicion in their eyes, and I felt like a bug under a microscope.

Sure enough, they explained to me that they had been contacted by a trusted source within my family and had been informed that I was potentially unmedicated for a severe mental illness. They even told me that they had been given extreme details about past mental breaks that I have had.

They were concerned about me having a psychotic break within the office. But neither they nor my sister knew how prepared I had been for this meeting today.

Of course, I knew that my sister was going to follow through with her threat. She had always hated me, and being able to rob me of my high-paying position would be the ultimate screw you to her ugly little sister.

I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to do it, but she would revel in it. If I hadn’t been watching her nephews, even if I hadn’t called CPS, then I’m sure that she would have held it over my head and just kept blackmailing me into doing whatever she wanted me to do for her.

So in a way, I was happy to be dealing with this and getting my sister’s crap out of the way. I took out my briefcase and gave all of the supervisors a copy of my doctor’s letter as well as the attached documentation that proved that I had been diligently following my medication regimen.

There was proof going back almost five years that I had never missed a prescription pickup date and that my medication had been regular, as well as my moods. I had verification from not only my primary care physician but my therapist and my psychiatrist as well.

I gave my supervisors an informative but concise explanation into the issues within my family and my sister’s own mental health struggles. I informed them that the claims were completely unfounded and they could be sure of my stability based on all the medical paperwork I was providing for them.

My supervisors took a while to look through all the paperwork, but as soon as they saw that I had medical evidence from multiple MDs, they seemed completely satisfied. They even apologized to me for the inconvenience of calling me into this meeting and explained that they just had a responsibility to do their due diligence before they closed this matter.

My one supervisor even took the opportunity of the meeting to congratulate me on the successful quarter I had just had and bragged about my performance to the other supervisors, which made me look excellent. I literally left the meeting giggling because of how well it had went despite the reason for it.

I thought about how poorly my sister’s moronic plan had backfired on her. I could barely focus on my work for the rest of the day because I kept smiling dumbly every single time I thought about how I got to call my sister after I finished work and tell her about how her plan had been a complete bust.

I called my sister as soon as I got back to my car that day and almost cried laughing as I told her about how the meeting had only taken about 15 minutes. I told her that she had sounded so crazy and stupid on the phone and my bosses had never believed her in the first place.

My sister was enraged and accused me of lying and said that she was sure I had been fired and then I was just trying to save face. This made me laugh harder and I told her that she had failed at trying to get me fired just like she had failed at everything else in her life.

I told her that the only skills she had as a woman pushing 40 was lying and failing and that even her own children were disappointed in her. My sister lost it all over again and just kept calling me the B- word and the C- word over and over again.

She claimed that I had completely betrayed her and said that she was hopping on the first plane back and that she was going to make me regret every single thing I had done to her. I was still laughing after the call, but by the time I got home and reunited with my nephews, who were in a much better mood since they had gotten dropped off at my place, I realized that this whole situation was far from over and might get worse before it got better.

All I knew for sure was that my sister was completely out of her mind, and now she was flying home from another country to come get revenge on me. I realized that I was honestly terrified of what was going to happen next.

My sister basically had nothing to lose at this point, and she had always been unhinged. I started to fear for my safety.