I know a secret
My mom had a big secret to share with me today. My sister’s husband is not the father of her youngest child.
No shit, Sherlock. I knew that years ago. Child has brown eyes, both parents have blue eyes. I know genetics are not that simple, but I also know my sister. I’d be more surprised if the baby was her husband’s.
Anyway, apparently some program was offering free paternity tests and my sister and the baby’s father thought it would be hilarious if my nephew was really his so they went in for the test. Wham, bam, DNA proof, ma’am.
What will my sister do with that information? I have no idea. Hopefully sue the guy for child support, but I don’t know if that is possible since her husband is on the birth certificate.
My sister’s husband’s new girlfriend kicked him out so he rode the bus from New Jersey to Oregon and landed on my sister’s couch.
My sister is still with her loser boyfriend.
Is your head spinning yet? Apparently my sister likes to have two men to boss around and neither of them really care since they are getting a free government sponsored ride.
My mom was telling me all this because they are all getting along so well! Everyone is happy! No one is on drugs! I should go visit Oregon so my kids can see their cousins!
Does she not realize that telling me my sister is living with her boyfriend and husband is the opposite of showing me everything is happy and stable? I am glad I have grown enough that I can laugh in her face instead of running off to buy tickets and subjecting myself and children to two weeks of hell.