My Sister Stole My Husband And My Family Sided With Her. Years Later, She Needs My Kidney To Live. I Told Her I’m A Perfect Match—and Then I Said No. What Would You Do?

It basically read like this:

“You need to forgive and put all this behind us. We know things didn’t go the best, but we’re a family and families work through problems.”

They also claimed Star wanted me to be a bridesmaid, just like she was for me. What the actual F? That letter reopened all sorts of old wounds.

At the time, my therapist got a lot more business because of it. Today I find it hilarious, but then not so much. I did not respond at all.

The only thing I did was figure out which part of my extended family let my ex-family know my address and cut them off as well. That brings us to the most recent drama.

Last week, Ryan of all people showed up at my apartment. James and I don’t live together yet, but that will be changing soon. Ryan looked good, too good, like he was trying to look his best when he showed up.

I asked:

“What do you want?”

He said:

“I just want to talk. I’m so sorry for what I did. Star and I are divorcing. I figured out she was unfaithful our whole marriage. Surprise surprise. I don’t expect you to take me back but we should talk and get some closure for both of our sakes.”

I did a double blink. He had lost his mind. I looked him right in the eye and said:

“No, I give you no closure. You made your own bed. Did you really think that golden ho of hers that has had more visitors than the Holiday Inn was suddenly going to put up a No Vacancy sign just because you put a ring on it? You’re even dumber than I thought. I forgive nothing. I want nothing from you. I don’t care. I’m better off now and that will always be the case. You can go to hell.”

Then I turned and went back into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I immediately called my landlady, who is the sweetest old lady in the world. I’ve gotten kind of close to her over these four years and she knows about my previous marriage.

Ryan was still just loitering out in the hallway a few minutes later. Her two nephews that helped maintain the apartment grounds were there, letting Ryan know he was not welcome here and was on a banned list. If he returned, the police would be called for trespassing.

I was hoping that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. I have a fairly easy 9-to-5 work schedule now. Because of that, I go to the restaurant almost any night James is managing.

I don’t get in the way, just hang out and enjoy the few minutes here and there he can give me. I’ve become good friends with a lot of the staff, which include a lot of James and Jack’s family, and it’s really the family environment I always wished I had.

I am there the next night when Ryan walks in and just comes and sits at my table. It was a slow Tuesday, James noted, and immediately came over to check on me. He recognized Ryan from photos I had shown him.

Ryan stuck his hand out to James. James just looked at it, then asked me:

“Want me to kick him out?”

I said:

“Not yet. I’ve got a question or two.”

Ryan perked up like he was winning or something. What a tool. I asked him to tell me what happened between him and Star.

I’ll admit it was pure morbid curiosity. He told us she was having at least two affairs with married men. Old habits die hard, I guess.

This was 2 years in.

He said:

“It was a tough time for me.”

Eyes roll. I interrupted:

“You are not that dumb though. Did you protect yourself or did she get half of all your stuff?”

Ryan replied smugly:

“I stuck it out almost another year with her so I could start stowing away savings and sold off some assets. In the end, she got a fraction of what she would have.”

I asked:

“And what happened to her then?”

Ryan replied:

“She had to move back in with your parents again.”

Again, I satisfied said:

“Ah yes, thank you, that’s what I wanted to hear. You can go now.”

James:

“You heard her. Out of my restaurant, Ryan.”

“But no, I want to…”

I cut him off:

“No forgiveness, no closure. I just wanted to know my loser sister was back living at home. Get out.”

James stood and pointed at the door. Ryan looked around and saw he was being glared at by the bartender and two members of the waitstaff. He stood, tucked tail, and turned towards the door.

James started:

“And if you ever come back…”

Ryan quickly interjected:

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Cops, trespassing.”

After he was gone, I got checked on by almost everyone around. It was nice and embarrassing. My future in-laws, who I adore, called me. They demanded I stay with James the next couple of days just to be safe.

It was really sweet. I have never had a family look after me like this. I didn’t hear from Ryan again and hopefully I never will.

Update: Hi everybody. I didn’t think it would happen, but I have another update for you all. First, to me. I am now a 41-year-old mother of two, six male and two male.

James and I are doing really well. I now work as a part-time office manager for the restaurants and a semi-SAHM. James’ cousin bought into the business and we opened a second location 3 years ago.

It’s been a lot more work, but with the three of them staying heavily involved in both locations, we are successful and it affords each of them some level of personal time. It wasn’t ideal, but I’m pretty sure I got pregnant staying with James when his parents demanded I do so after my last posting. They now joke they always wanted to be grandparents and it was all part of their plan.