Her social media was filled with captions like “Manifesting the life I deserve 💍✨.”
When manipulating our family didn’t work, she decided to turn things up a notch.
What I got instead made my skin crawl.
“If you don’t give me the money, maybe your precious house won’t be standing much longer. Accidents happen, you know,” she threatened.
“Did you just threaten to burn my house down?!” I asked.
“Call it a prediction,” she said, and hung up.
Two weeks later, around 3 a.m., I woke up coughing. My bedroom was filled with smoke!
I grabbed Jasper, now seven, and sprinted outside. Flames were licking up the living room curtains. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the place was gone!
The fire department later confirmed it was arson—set intentionally.
The investigation didn’t find hard proof, but I knew who it was.
I was livid!
Everything we had, from photos to furniture to memories, was all gone!
The loss was devastating, and the betrayal felt endless.
I called the police, and they investigated, but didn’t find anything solid. There was no evidence and no confession. My sister never openly admitted what she did to anyone—not family or the police.
That was the final straw.
I cut all ties and blocked her.
I told our mom and relatives that she’s toxic, and I would not have her threatening our lives or safety. She was clearly DANGEROUS!
My mom, who had been living in the house she shared with Dad, now in the company of a professional caretaker, asked to stay with us to help. Though my new place was barely big enough for the three of us.Continue reading…
