My turn to rant.

A month ago, my sister broke up with her boyfriend of two years. She was sixteen when they met, and fell for him hard. He was over 40, and had a criminal record of exposure to minors. The charge was made in B.C. - he moved halfway across the country and changed his name, and didn't tell my sister about the charge until they had sex, and for whatever reason she didn't care, because she thought she was in love.

His wife divorced him because he was caught making out with a teenage girl when he was a counsellor at bible camp. Because he was trained as a counsellor, he convinced my sister that she had all sorts of mental illnesses, and that he was the only one that could help her. She spent every hour after school locked in her room texting him. Her schoolwork suffered, and she had no friends at school and no extra-curricular activities.

He has two daughters my sister's age, and he paid more attention to her than his daughters. In the two years he dated her, the only reason my parents met him was because my mum went to check on my sister while she was at my dad's (parents are separated) and found him there, and because my dad followed my sister when she left "to go to a friends' place" and saw her get picked up in his van. Yeah, a van - it's stereotypically creepy pedo. Not once did he ever try to meet or even call my parents. She'd always get picked up and dropped off away from home, and she'd leave without asking and never say where she was going or leave a phone number - hell, my mum only found out her cell phone number by accident.

I still don't know what he looks like, and that's my choice - because I know that if I ever met him I'd probably kill him for fucking around with her, mentally and physically. And it might make me a bad person, but I'm finding it extremely hard to forgive her for giving my mother two years of stress and mental anguish.


The part that I really don't like is that now that she's apparently broken up with him, she's the prodigal daughter. I put my own life aside so that my mother could focus on dealing with my sister, and now my sister still gets all the attention because my mum's so glad she's behaving again. She gets the love, while I got to start off most meals for two years with something similar to "I've been reading your sister's journal. She thinks about his penis a lot." Absolute bullshit. As selfish as it might sound, I'm glad I'm leaving this house.