Yesterday, after I got off work and went home I got a call from my manager asking me to come back to the store. She told me that my little sister (LS) is there with "some guy", which after a few questions I determined was probably a boyfriend of hers.

Now, I hadn't seen my little sister since June 2017, and, given how the lunch with my grandfather went a couple of months back, I was anxious about this to say the least. My wife was at her own job and wasn't responding to the rapid fire texts I was sending her, and none of our friends were close enough to come with me, so I had to go it alone.

I grabbed a few things from my apartment that I needed for a prior engagement I was supposed to be going to, and went back to work. When I arrived I guess I looked really angry or something, because my manager stopped me and gave me a rundown of what was going on, and that if I needed to, they would protect me in the backroom if she started causing a scene; this was code for "acting like your mother".

I confronted her calmly, and at first refused a hug from her. This was the little girl I raised for the first 11 years of her life, who had been brainwashed by my mother into thinking I left because of her and had thought I was the problem in the family. I wanted to keep my distance and make sure any sort of touching was on my terms.

When she started to cry I pulled her, gently, out of the store for us to talk outside. During the 30-45 minutes I spoke with her I learned that she had been raped by an ex-boyfriend (resulting in depression and anxiety, and more than likely PTSD), had a stomach cancer scare, learned of some frustrating disabilities, including but not limited to the same tremors that have plagued me since I was 14, although they weren't nearly so bad for her yet.

Honestly, it doesn't surprise me that she has medical issues. A lot of them are similar to mine, and they all have a genetic component.

What did surprise me was learning that Buffalo Millie had left her with my grandparents after they were evicted from wherever they were living before, and moved to a little backwater town nearly 40 miles away. The story of why they were evicted sounded off to me, but I dont really know the people involved other than my sister and mother, so I couldn't really say.

I also learned that apparently my mother is "soooooo soooooorry" for what happened last I saw her, and felt soooo badly about it. She misses me sooooo much, and loooooves me. (I hope you spend the rest of days alone and fully aware that you alone are responsible for why your children hate you, you monster) Obviously, I didnt feel the least bit beaten up about that stood my ground. I did, however, have to reassure LS several times that I didnt leave because of her, but because of Buffalo Millie.

My grandfather had not told her of his lunch with us, only the phone call, and had told her that I would be coming around again soon. The way it was worded made my skin itch and stank of manipulation (from my grandfather. I was already feeling off about that encounter, see bitchbot for that). The man had outright lied to her and gave her false hope. I'm not sure which is louder, the sound of scissors cutting someone out of my life, or that bridge being burned in the background.

I've been a jumble of emotions since then. I have LS's phone number and graduation invite, and I could see that she had outgrown a lot of the illusions she had been under when I saw her last time. She also said that I "actually look like a woman now, not a boy transitioning into a woman" which is... a bit of a backhanded compliment I suppose.

My Dear Wife knows how much LS means to me, and she is fully aware of how that has tormented me over the past couple of years. She has been very supportive the entire time, and we are discussing how we handle this.

Previously, I had told LS that I would contact her when she turned 18, and even though that is still some 3 weeks away, I'm tempted to break down and text her, albeit from a spoofed number to start with. My biggest concern was legal repercussions, but I'm not sure that would still be an issue since BM abandoned her.

My theory is that after I went NC my older brother did as well because of how BM was treating him and his wife (who is older than BM by a few months, but has always seemed really nice to me, but BM despised her for that fact), and with the loss of 2 of her children to pit against each other, she no longer had any reason to hold up LS as the image of perfection. So she dropped her off with my grandparents. Her toys no longer danced the way she intended, and were now useless to her.

I'm not sure where this is all headed at the moment, but I imagine we will see soon enough.