Sociopath in the Family

My sister slapped me any chance she got. She was skillful in knowing how long it took for the hand print on my tiny face to fade before our parents would see. She left scars on my heart as well.

Young Betty accused her teacher of abusing her. My parents weren't sure if Betty was telling the truth. The school tried to tell our parents that Betty was somehow "off."

As a young adult, Betty still hadn't left the nest. She failed the military and dropped out of college. Betty was fired from or quit every job she ever had.

Accusing both of our parents of alcoholism and abuse, her lies got worse.

She hitch hiked from Louisiana to Tennessee where our good natured brother was finishing up college.

The best Nick could do for her was ask his girlfriend's parents to take her in!

After a week of mooching, the lady of the house told Betty, "Young lady, you need to leave; go back to your parents and get yourself together."

She ultimately married and had an inter-racial child. Her husband, Tom, cheated on her constantly. She returned with a two year old child to good 'ol mom and dad's, expecting them to babysit the out of control kid while she went to AA meetings (even though she did not drink).

That's where she met Jim, her next husband. He and Tom mysteriously died at the end of their relations with her.

She sued multiple institutions.

She demanded her "wicken" pamphlets be allowed at the courthouse (where our dad worked).

She fled in a car she did not pay for.

Betty would not help me care for our dying mother.

I got a call today from a mental hospital in Arizona. They asked, "Will you help her?"

"No."