I’ve been at odds about writing this particular blog post for some time. Mainly because it has very little to do with me, except that it involves a family member and her husband and my sister-in-law.
Funny, until writing “sister-in-law”, I have never considered the woman in question more than my actual sister’s child hood friend, who happened to be related to her husband. If you think that’s confusing, just wait until I break down the goings on over the course of the last few weeks. It’s a roller coaster ride that is not at all fun. I would venture to say, it’s not even humanly. I’d change the names to protect the guilty, but that would be too kind and I’m not at all in a kind mood today. Deal with it.
So, my sister and her husband are having “issues”. They’ve been married for just shy of 3 years and their marriage had a rocky start. I will admit their rocky start happened for reasons that would actually be in poor taste to mention here. Besides, my sister and her husband’s “issues” aren’t really any of my business and have little to do with what this post is actually about, allegedly.
I would like to say that I don’t like my sister-in-law. I mean, if I saw her on the street and she happened to walk in front of the already battered front bumper of my Ford Explorer, it would take me more than a few minutes to consider what might be possible as she crossed the street in front of my idling car. Allegedly.
Bare in mind that I am not a violent person. Nor am I a person who creates drama where none should be, except for entertainment value, of course. I say these things, just in case you catch on to the bias I’m about to present in this post and to make sure that you get where I stand with regard to my sister-in-law aka my sister’s husband’s sister.
I met Mimi around 20 years ago, when she and my sister became friends. I didn’t like her then. She was a liar, a thief and a jerk even then and I don’t need to stick allegedly after that because I bore personal witness to her actual lying, thievery and jerkiness as I watched my sister’s friendship with her wilt slowly for all these years.
When my sister decided to marry Mimi’s younger brother Tony 4 years ago, for reasons that are still beyond me, I kept my mouth shut, all but loathing the idea that Mimi would become, by default, a part of my relational circle. If “ilk” were a color, it would probably look something like early baby poo and that’s the color that flashes before my eyes every time Mimi and I cross paths. Ilk. I hate no one, but Mimi Miller is really, really close to my personal hate proximity.
From the day Tiphani and Tony announced their engagement, Mimi was on her jawn– (Philly slang which can be a noun, verb, adverb, adjective, and whatever else is needed to address something that needs addressing, without actually addressing it specifically). Mimi was so on her jawn that she made it so ( I mean literally) that my sister’s wedding was postponed twice because she was jealous of my sister’s engagement ring, her high end dress, her china pattern, her crystal and silver choices and the proposed country club setting the wedding would take place. I lie to you not. Mimi told my sister that if she could not have the wedding SHE wanted for my sister, no one from her family would be present at the nuptials. This worked with Tony for some reason and so the wedding was postponed. ( you cannot make this stuff up) A minor civil war happened and the whole wedding literally became a mess because my sister’s then BEST friend could not handle my sister having a nicer wedding than she had. At the time it felt a little like a reality show that would be called “My Super Sweet Sixteen’s Bride’s Maid-zilla is Crazy.com”
Weeks later, we had a “brides maid’s meeting”. Calm, peace-loving little me almost jumped across the table and choked that woman till my hands hurt. Unfortunately for the more recent events, I refrained from violence on that day. The regret lingers. Allegedly. That was nearly 4 years ago.
Fast forward to now. Not quite a few weeks ago, Mimi strikes again, allegedly. Tony and my sister had a falling out and my sister leaves to stay with my parents for a few days. After things calm down, my sister goes back to her home and her husband’s brothers are there threatening her life if she doesn’t leave. She leaves. Tony changes the locks. There are some legal things that happen. After the threat is removed, my sister returns to her home to find the following things M.I.A.: one of her cars, her entire china and crystal set, all of her wedding gifts, several of her high end hand bags, some of her clothes, all of her silver flatware, both her black and white pearl strands, some of her rings, her high end wedding table cloth, two of MY high end over night bags, a pair of my (uber expensive) Python boots, plus a case of Diet Coke–that’s the short list.
We know my sister’s husband didn’t take these things because, well, where he is now they aren’t allowed. No one else had access to the house during that 5 day span besides… guess. I’m not making any false claims here. I’m just telling you what my spirit is screaming. My sister leaves her home to make herself safe and after she returns, all of her valuables are missing. If you’re thinking maybe the house was robbed– explain then why the two brand new 42″ flat screen TV’s, the multiple DVD players and other valuables are still present, based on what my sister knows as Mimi’s taste. I’m just saying.
So, allegedly, my sister-in-law used my sister’s home as a modified version of a rummage sale, took what she wanted, and placed the rest in big green garbage bags and plopped everything in the living room, I suppose to slow us down from understanding what she’d done, besides the obvious (the china and crystal in the china cabinet missing). Who in the (bleep) does things like this? Who but a jealous, greedy, sick, ignorant and ultimately stupid person forms their mind around such a thing?
I can’t even make sense out of it. I’ve tried and of course, there are so many other layers to this story that for legal reasons I can’t divulge, as much as I want to. I’m just disgusted. I keep shaking my head, but it’s not making what’s loose feel better. If somebody could do such a reprehensible thing to somebody who is family, I can only imagine what kind of shape the rest of society is in around them. It’s sad and it’s disgusting and Mimi is a mother of three all under six, and a teacher. She is teaching somebody’s young kids. Ilk. I’m not saying she did it, it’s all alleged, of course. But when the ish hits the fan, just note for the record that my speculation was only a keen spidey sense that may or may not be manifested as fact eventually. And I’m sickened by it.
To add insult to injury, the (bleep) is angling to take my sister’s home from under her, based on a technicality that involves a dead relative (who is only partially)on the deed that Mimi is handling (*cough* read: stealing blind from her other brothers)the estate for. I could go on for days about what I’ve found in public record, but it’s just…UGH.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because people always show you who they are. I’ve known Mimi for years, and I’ve always at least suspected that she was capable of horrible things. From how she interacts with her own children and husband to how she has treated my sister through out their friendship. I guess it’s just all now coming out in the wash what lengths she allegedly will go… to hurt her former friend of 20 years and consequently, her BROTHER’S WIFE!!!!! And there is no end in sight.
I grew up in family that despite our individual shortcomings, when it comes down to the wire, we stick together and take care of each other no matter what. So I suppose I’m so angry by this travesty because, in my family, if you attack one of us, you’re attacking all of us. But I can’t help being disgusted by some people’s greed, ignorance and complete stupidity. Sure, it’s ugly to watch at first, and then you realize how brightly the truth shines in spite of the icky dark stuff. For some reason, greedy, ignorant, stupid people always seem to mess their own stuff up being so. That’s when tragedy morphs into comedy. Forreal. I’m literally writing this waiting for any of it to be funny. It’s really not. But maybe some day, when my little sister prevails from all of this a much stronger person, we’ll all have a laugh, hopefully it’s when Mimi and the jail cell she deserves finally meet.
The moral of this story? None here. Just venting and a bit of food for thought. Thank you for reading this though. Peace and abundant (be mindful of what former friends are capable of) blessings. -e-