Some Things Never Change

When will I ever learn....

I was getting my gear together this morning, preparing for my trip to Dallas when my cell rings. It was not even close to who I might have expected...It was Detective So&So; the detective who arrested my sister 2 1/2 years ago and handed me her 18th month old baby to take care of. It was the same detective who helped get a warrant for my arrest removed and switched to its rightful owner - my sister. Yes, (breath, Lisa) my sister was conducting her criminal enterprises in my name.

Guess what! The detective was calling to inform em that dear ole sis was up to her usual tricks. It seems she has been up to mischief at several apartment complexes in the area (unspecified mischief no less) and has been banned from stepping foot on these said properties. If she was caught, she ould be arrested...or rather if I was caught on these properties then I would be arrested.

You see, dear ole sis has been using my name and an old ID that she stole from me to conduct her enterprises in my name.

What happened to her job with the King? What happened to that managment training program she was alledgedlyt in? I would think that she would be too busy getting her life back together to do much damage. Uhhhhahhh - NOT SO MUCH.

She said she need some help financially to get herself back on her feet...I put her on a monthly stipend. I will not even rehash here all of the ish we (me, Ron, my mother, her eldest daughter, my grandmother) have done for her to "get her back on her feet" over the past 20+ years. What I will say (I know, I know - I've said it before - but she was FAMILY - Humph) is ENOUGH! I am pushing away from the table and saying "no more jello for me ma." I'm done. Ron is so done that I think the vein in his temple is gonna burst. And to think that she would put at risk the very family that has raised almost all of her children. Unmitigated Gall.

We have cut off her stipend. We are contacting her parole officer the minute I can figure out who that is. I am working with the police fraud department to see if there is anything else I can do. We are letting the die fall where they may for Ms. Sociopath.

Dear Sis -
Just cause you are family doesn't mean we have to keep letting you screw us over. We've been playing the suckers for so long...cause you was family. Guess what, sweetie. This village just ousted its idiots and you are on you eff'n own.

No more money. No, you can't come over anymore. No, I don't have any groceries for you. No you can't use my car. You are excommunicated from my life. Done. I will NOT be laying face down on the hood of a police car for some dumb azz ish you have done in my name. You have gone to far and have finally run up on the wrong one. Stupid heffa.

Let's see how long you can survive screwing your friends like you've done your family. Oh, and when you end up back in jail, I will NOT accept your collect phone calls, I will no send you commissary money, I will not order you supplies from the prison catalogs, I will not put money on your phone card, I won't even get you stamps. Jail is gonna really such with out outside benefactors, huh.

(Holding my 3 middle fingers up) - READ BETWEEN THESE LINES SISTER. Yeah, I done said it. Humph. You just couldn't do right, not even to the hand that feeds you. It's too bad - cause now I've lost a sister.

May God have mercy on your soul.