My sister the idiot...
Or how to become completely subservient to a “Disney dad” and his teenage mini-wives in 12 short months.
Yep, my sister has fallen prey to a Disney dad, any boy is he slick. You could solve the worlds demand for fossil fuels simply from the slick that runs out of his mouth. I have exhausted myself both emotionally and mentally trying to get her to see some of the red flags. I have cited books (Step-Monster), my own personal experience and lastly, this site. All to no avail because, naturally, they are “in love” and those types of things won’t happen to them *insert eye roll* I’ve met this man three times in one calendar year. And my dog doesn’t like him, enough said. He casts enough shade to cause a solar eclipse.
*cue dramatic flashback music* It all started this time last year. My sister, who by all accounts is an intelligent and highly independent person, met Prince Charming (age 55) on the dating site “Plenty of Fish”. Prince Charming was divorced two years with two teenage daughters . He lived and still does with his mother and father. His ex lives two blocks away.
From the time sister and Prince Charming were dating three months he has been pressuring her to sell her historic home and relocate to his city and “buy a house with him and his girls”. Based upon my investigation, Prince Charming does not have said funds to purchase his own home. So naturally, sister looks like a great fit for him.
In early summer, Prince Charming had planned a vacation at his family’s summer home a few states away. BM found out about said trip and “forbade” my sister from going, even though plane tickets had already been purchased. Prince Charming instinctively gave BM her way and told my sister she could not go. At this point, my opinion was sought. To which I instructed my sister to cut bait and run and this would only fester and become an even bigger problem. BM calling the shots will not end.
Fast forward to late summer, Prince Charming and sister finally take the romantic trip of a lifetime. All is good! Woodland creatures frolick with them in the wilderness and the stars line up cosmically… That is until the drive home. Where Prince Charming is oddly distracted typing the entire 10 hour drive. As soon as they make landfall in home city, he can’t leave sister’s house fast enough. As he had a “dinner date” with BM. She needed some help around the house also and he volunteered.
Sister ceremoniously breaks up with him. Mofo is bathed in relief. Sister tells of the daughters going out of their way to be passive-aggressive with her. How the ex calls and texts constantly while they are together. How she just felt so de-prioritized. One week passes and BAM! Prince Charming manages to slither back into her life. I’m guessing things weren’t so rosy financially without her as a backer. Three weeks to the day they get “engaged”. WTF?! Clearly, if you have these kinds of problems an engagement is not the answer, but you know it's "love" and "he is going to put up boundaries with his ex".
Now he has her in “therapy” as she has “trust issues”. Well, she didn’t before he came along. We are a small family. Only myself and children, aging parents and my sister. He has managed to cut her off from us systematically over the last year. We used to see each other biweekly. The last time I saw her was Christmas for two hours. She never calls or texts myself or our folks, who by all accounts are not it the greatest health.
So, here I sit typing out what is nothing more than my own manifesto about the long and stinging tentacles of blended life. With the reminder that there are none so blind as those who will not see. Pass the popcorn…