My Sister Kept Dumping Her Kids on Me Before Dawn Without Asking Because I’m Single – I Decided to Teach Her the Ultimate Lesson

My friends stopped inviting me out because I was always canceling. “Sorry, got the boys again.” It became my default response to everything.

My social life died. My dating life was nonexistent. How do you swipe through apps when you’re wiping noses and breaking up fights over Lego blocks?

And the worst part?

Daphna acted like she was doing me a favor. Like spending time with her kids was like some kind of privilege I should be grateful for.

She’d pick them up in the evening, fresh from the gym or happy hour with her new boyfriend, while I sat there in the same pajamas I’d thrown on at five in the morning, my hair unwashed, my to-do list untouched.

“How were they?” she’d ask breezily, not even looking at me as she gathered their stuff.

“Fine,” I’d say, because what else could I say?

That Tyler had another accident because I couldn’t get him to the bathroom in time during a client call? That Marcus had dumped an entire box of cereal on the floor and then walked through it, spreading crumbs through three rooms? And I’d eaten crackers and string cheese for lunch because I didn’t have time to make anything else?

I tried setting boundaries.

I really did.

“Daphna, can you please text me first?” I asked one evening when she came to pick them up.

“Sure, sure,” she said, scrolling through her phone. “Hey, did I tell you about this new guy I’m seeing? His name’s Matt and he’s…”

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