In 1971, my sister stole my driver's license, Social Security card and birth certificate and proceeded to rack up criminal records in almost all of the lower 48 states. She wrecked my credit and got me in trouble with the IRS-- AND MY PARENTS KNEW ABOUT IT. I could not figure out what was going on and it went on for about eight years until she got arrested in my hometown for prostitution and there was an article in the local newpaper. AGAIN-- my parents knew about it!
I was totally humiliated-- it was one of my college professors who pulled me aside, gave me the article and said "I know this was not you."
My family does not talk about such things. She is the family darling-- she has a "rich and successful husband" and all my cousins think she is so glamorous with her bleached hair, her blue contact lenses and her knock-off designer clothing and bags. Let's not talk about her methadone habit or the nasty way she treats people.
I am still watching my back. This witch is still around and telling relatives that she and her husband are financially supporting my return to school, when the truth is that I saved my money to go back for a fourth degree.
I do not speak to this woman unless I have to-- she exists, but she is NOT my sister any longer.
