A few nights after I told my boyfriend, for the third time, I wanted to move out, my sister called me in tears and said: "I did something bad. I took a bunch of pills and I don't know what they were. I just can't take the pain." My big sister, my best friend for my entire life attempted--with her four-year-old son in the next room--to kill herself over a boy seven years younger than her because he broke up with her for the fourth time. Without doubt, that was the worst day of my life.
I fought two entire families across four states tooth and nail, 24\7 to get her out here away from all her problems so we could work on fixing her. Two days and a cell-phone burn on my cheek later, we got her out here and I started dedicating every bit of time I could to proving to her that life is wonderful.
My boyfriend was being very supportive and making sure not to cause any trouble. He packed up all my things for me so I could move back in to my parents house. He even took her and I out to new and exciting places to keep everything light and fun. Everything was starting to get a little better: my sister was alive and safe and my boyfriend was showing me that caring generosity that made me fall for him 3.5 years ago.
Then, suddenly, everyone forgot everything. My alcoholic mother (a very hush hush subject that has been going on since before I was born and litters the pages of my elementary school diaries) started drinking constantly. Before this, she had been sober for months. Now she is never coherent or the mother I love. My boyfriend still hasn't gotten a job and has started picking fights with me over every little thing. Mostly: "You don't give me enough sex," "I need more attention," or "I'm so bored and I wabt out of this apartment and all you do is take take take but you never give back to me!" When I don't want to go out, he blows up; when I don't want sex, he gets angry; when I don't give him sex for two days, he starts to pick random fights and blames it on his testosterone buildup from lack of sex.
As if the actual boyfriend problems aren't enough, my parents are constantly on my case about said boyfriend. My mother drunkenly slurs from the kitchen: "Wednesday, I'm worried about you! You're going to make your sister kill herself if you keep bringing her around your relationship! It'll make her lose faith!"
Oh! And to add a beautiful cherry to the top of my sundae, my sister--who had gotten a job here, started getting paperwork for her divorce going, and started lookong for a therapist--just informed me that she has started talking to her ex-boyfriend again you know, the one she tried to kill herself over.
I don't know how I've managed to at least keep my grades up through all this.
So:
-I'm emotionally wrecked.
-I need to get my sister away from this guy. Even though I already called and begged him never to speak to her again...
-I don't know how to convince my mother that she needs professional help for her drinking.
-My boyfriend is driving me crazy.
-My father is almost entirely dead weight.
Am I just overreacting?
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