For the past week i have been dwelling on something that happened about 6 years ago. And as long as i continue to dwell on it,it will continue to hinder me. It's time to finally put the whole story down in black and white. Most of the people that are closest to me know most of it but not all of it. By no means does this mean it's the worst that could have happened to me or that others have not had it worse but it was the worst thing i went through.
It seems so surrealistic that at times i have a hard time believing that it really did. Anyways here goes
About 6 years ago my youngest sister was living in MO and she was having a hard time as her ex boy friend and her were both living there and her ex was trying to get placement of their daughter. She was flat broke and was looking to move out of the state. My folks sent her a bus ticket so her and her daughter could come up to WI to stay here for a bit so she could try to get things taken care of.
I did have very fond memories of my youngest sister as i am 14 years older and i helped take care of her and she was a really good kid,happy go lucky and just really sweet.
She got here and we starting talking and i came out to her and she was not only ok with it she also offered to help me with transitioning.
Her husband and son finally came up after about 2 weeks. Things seemed to be going ok,my sister and i were catching up on a long of lost time. (I hadn't seen her in 20 years) After about 2 weeks her husband walked out on her. At that time i was coming to the end of the job i was at as my shoulder was shot and i just couldn't do the job any more. The part time business i had been working on for a while was starting to finally get off the ground but i needed some help as i had quite a bit of material to get listed. She started doing some piece work for me and seemed liked it was something she really liked doing. We started talking about it and between the 2 of us it looked like if both of us could work on it we could make a real go of it. The offer was made on the condition that the business would get off the ground and it could support both of us i was willing to make her a partner.
After a couple of months things started getting a bit tense with her and my folks. (A bit hard to keep 3 families under the same roof)
She ended up moving out and with one of my brothers. The distance was a bit long and she had no transportation at the time so it made it a bit hard to work on the business together. I had cleaned out m 401K at that time as there was a bit in there and it was going to be some cash to help tide me over till the business got going and start the transitioning. I ended up looking for a place where we would be able to live together and also big enough to have some office space. Finally found one and we ended up moving in together. Which was about Nov. Everything seemed to be going fairly well.
Right around Christmas all of a sudden her husband shows up and wants to get back together. He ends up living there also. In the mean time i am starting to wear more floral prints and was just starting to work on make up. But little warning signs were starting to creep in and i missed them in some cases and others i just ignored. She was no longer working on the business and as she didn't have another job i was paying all the bills. About the beginning of March i finally had it and asked both her and her husband to start helping with the rent,heat and electric. That's when it all exploded. It was right before Easter and they started going off on me. They started on the finances,my clothes and just me. This lasted for about 3 days till the Sat before Easter. On that Sat they tried to get me commited in a mental institution,she tried to get me to sign off on all of my bank accounts,car and give up my drivers license. Her husband at some point during the day hit me so hard in the sturnam i was sore for 3 months. They ended up taking me to county and just dropped me off and they had a quick chat with the intake person. They left but the in take person didn't find any thing wrong. I got sent out to a shelter for the weekend and ended up by myself on Easter. Yippy.
On Monday i was finally able to get hold of my folks and they picked me up. The next day my father and one of my brothers went out to the place i had been at and they picked up most of my stuff. The following day my sister and her husband showed up with .... you guessed it all of my clothes and makeup kit. My father starts helping unload all the clothes and starts going balistic after he finds out that it's mine. He picked the make and slammed it into the trash can and started getting in me and in no uncertain terms he told me to get rid of everything else. And at this point with having no money,and being in quite a bit of debt and no job outside of the business which still hadn't gotten off the ground it didn't leave me much else to do as i at least had a roof over my head. I had looked over at my sister and her husband and it looked like they were getting some sort of joy out of what was happening.
Anyways by the time it was all said and dome i had gone through $25,000 in cash,was $15,000 in debt and she had taken close to $20,000 worth of inventory.
What i don't understand is how she could have done this. It happened it is what it is. I can't change it. It set me back quite a bit but i am ok.
I am sorry for the long post but i just needed to get it down so i can finally let it go.