Now this story has many layers but I'll do my best to simplify what has happened over the last few months for the sake of your time.

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To properly tell this story you need to know a few things:

- My husband and I are veterans

- We've been married for 9 years

- I had never met his sister before this whole ordeal

- She went to Morocco a couple years ago for some guy she met online, married him, got pregnant, came back to the states and had her baby and is still living here, she has custody of this child

- She has a previous kid with another foreigner who apparently just ghosted her and went back to his country (Turkey) and my MIL has custody of that child

- My husband and I quit drinking and started working a twelve step program 6 months ago. We hit 200 days sober this week yay!

- My child was sent to stay with my MIL for this time(she's back with us now), so we could get our feet under us and get our house in order again

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So about 3 months ago we got a phone call in the middle of the night that we needed to go pick up my SIL and that it was an emergency. She said she was being kicked out of her place (she had been living with coworker for a few months) and that her and her baby had nowhere to sleep. We set them up in our daughter's room and everything seemed to be going fine. She tells us that she has a new apartment but has to wait about one more month to move in. We tell her that it's fine and that seems doable, our only rule was that under no circumstances was she to bring alcohol into this house. Ever. We kept repeating it to make sure she fully understood and she said we had nothing to worry about.

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Everything is going great, his sister hangs out with me while my husband's at work, I babysat while she ran errands, my husband took her to work every morning (fuggin 5am) and picked her up every afternoon. Then went to his own job where he works nights. He didn't mind because this was only temporary and she obviously needed help.

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One day while my SIL is at work I tell my husband I smell beer and I thought it was pretty weird, he said he smelt it too. We go into the room and there's a whole trash bag full of empty beers. My SIL gets home and I let her know we all need to have a talk. I told her that we told her our one rule was no alcohol and that it was not cool of her to do something like that when we're going out of our way to help her, and especially since it's so early in our recovery. IDK if she was having a bad day or what but she completely flipped out. SCREAMING "I'm not drunk! It's just beer! I didn't know you guys had a problem like that!" I told her we go to AA damn near every day and she knows this. She flies off the handle and storms off to the room, slams the door and gets on the phone calling anyone who would listen about how we're awful people. Our walls are thin, we can hear everything.

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Honestly I wasn't expecting that reaction from her. I was upset but I wasn't going to kick her out. I figured she'd say sorry and we'd keep our distance from each other for a few days.

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She locks herself in the room and is just screaming into the phone about how we're obsessed with her and how my husband is nothing but a drunk and a loser (he's been working extremely hard on himself) and starts talking about how our apartment is shitty, our car is shitty, we're shitty parents, etc. Basically just tearing us down I guess.

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We gave her a day to calm down and then told her she had to leave. Y'all...this chick stated squatter's rights (I think that's what it's called?). She straight up REFUSED TO LEAVE. She said she'd been here more than two weeks so she was technically a tenant. She told the police this when I called them and was able to prove it with mail.

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I cut the power to her room, I took all our flatware and dishes, pots/pans, everything and put them all in our room. I even took our microwave out of the kitchen. I took her fucking mattress and she still wouldn't leave. So, we pulled $500 out of our bank and gave it to her to find a weekly hotel to stay at until her apartment was ready. We just couldn't take it anymore and we wanted our house back (she had stopped showering and was making our house reek between all the dirty diapers, food hoarding in her room and body odor).

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She took the money...and locked herself in her room laughing. I started to cry, and then I got angry and started to devise a plan. It's amazing the things you can achieve with a sober mind.

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The next day we call our property manager and fill her in on everything that's been going on, turns out that today of all days our property manager's supervisor was filling in. We were completely honest about everything and broke down multiple times giving her the rundown of the recent events. She more than sympathized with us. She said to call her when my SIL got home from work so she could come and talk with her herself.

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She gets home, we call the property manager, our property manager tells her she really should just leave peacefully unless she wants an eviction on her record (it was a futile attempt but figured we'd try anyway). She of course refuses.

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We had gathered all her things into the living room while she was at work and told her that my husband will take her anywhere she needs to go, but she's not staying here one more day. She called the police like we knew she would. You know...for someone who's staying in someone else's home unwanted, and your only proof is mail, you really think you'd keep that mail on your person at all times. Welp, when the police got here she couldn't find her mail, wonder how that happened... :)

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Police tell her to leave and she refuses. Mind you...her baby is sitting there eating our cat's cat food out of his bowl and screaming and flailing around and when I tell her that her kids eating cat food she tells me to shut up and that she's a baby and she knows how to parent. The police are watching all of this.

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They tell our property manager she can trespass her and she does. My SIL starts screaming "His wife is crazy! She's a drug addict!" repeatedly. The police tell her everything she's saying is irrelevant and that she needs to leave or she will be arrested. So now she can't come back to our apartment without a police escort to get the remainder of her things. My husband took her to a motel and told her she can get her things whenever, and she still had the $500 we gave her the day before.

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Fast forward to last weekend, she hired movers to come get her things and we thought that was that. Now she's blowing up our phones because she's saying one of the suitcases on the patio was hers. We say come back with the police right now and we'll show you it's ours. It literally has my name on it. She refuses and is now texting us saying she filed on Monday and is suing us and calling the "Air Force Commander". You know...I think he has quite a few more important things to worry about than some homeless lady's stinky missing bag...but that's just me.

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In conclusion, my SIL is a mess and I think I may just have to file a restraining order. We blocked her number and she's still finding ways to message us. We've told her repeatedly to leave us alone and that if she needs to take us to court then so be it.