My supposed step-sister, though I refuse to claim her. Let's just slap it down as MSSS. Appropriate in ways you couldn't imagine.

So, MSSS and her husband and child live in south-eastish Iowa. He's a college coach under contract to a smaller school. He's not head coach, but one of the underlings. All of this was put into place last year sometime. His contract was officially signed in December I guess.

MSSS can't hold down a job, so she sits at home and bitches about how much the world doesn't appreciate her obvious talents.

This is the girl that, a couple years back, had a job at a flower shop, worked there for two weeks, starting taking every other day off just because, and then going in and telling the shop owner how much better everything would be if you just moved this here, that there, did this arrangement this way, did this arrangement that way, and blah, blah, blah. Basically, an expert just because she read a fucking book on the subject. And when they fired her, she told her mom they were just jealous because she was so much better at their jobs than they were.

And her mom propped her up and told her she was right instead of doing the rational, reasonable thing and telling her she should go look for another job and not be a snobbish, know-it-all bitch all the time and maybe she'd be able to hold onto it.

She's had no jobs since then. Though she did try running her own daycare, then bitched and complained that nobody used her when she was "trying to help people out by offering a valuable service." She can't even take care of her own kid for more than a day on her own. People probably were aware of that and laughed when she advertised herself as a daycare provider.

So, the picture painted.

Dad and Mr. MSSS had a nice conversation a few days back. Mr. MSSS is a little worried about life because MSSS keeps telling him his contract won't be renewed. She knows this because, well, she fucking knows everything. She's utterly convinced of it.

Keep in mind, this contract runs through December. Both the school AND he are locked into it until that time. So, even if it were true, and there's no possible way she could know that it is true if it were, but even if it were, he's got a job for the next nine months or so.

So, Dad and Mr. MSSS have a nice conversation where pop talks him off the ledge and explains to him that she's just over-dramatizing her own fears and sometimes you just gotta tell your SO to shut the fuck up and deal, 'cause life's bitchy enough when you aren't a bitch yourself. Or something to that effect.

Anyway, they decide to get together for Easter, hang out, chat a bit, blah, blah blah.

Basically, everything is back to nominal and nobody is paranoid about anything.

The next day, decisions are made while both men are at work and both Mrs. Dad and MSSS are at home. Talking over the phone. Paranoying their way into hyper-mode spastics that would make an epileptic fit look like a nice sound sleep.

Dad comes home and gets a speech from Mrs. Dad about what's going to go down.

Instead of MSSS, Mr. MSSS and baby MSSS coming for a visit over Easter weekend, Mrs. Dad and Dad need to run down there after Dad's Friday afternoon meeting, and help the kids get ready to sell the house.

Dad's already said he doesn't want them selling this house until they know they need to move.

MSSS wants that fucker sold.

It's Dad's money. It's always been Dad's money. He wants to hold onto it until they know what they're doing.

Well, the decision has been made, and Mrs. Dad tells Dad he hates MSSS for not wanting to do this and he's always hated MSSS because he disagrees with her and blah blah blah.

So, the plan is that MSSS wants to sell the house and move up here, to the BIG CITY because apparently people will just be knocking down her door to hire her if she only lived in a bigger city. Those small town folk just can't appreciate her obvious genius.

In the meantime, she expects Mr. MSSS to move into a dorm on campus to fulfill the rest of his contract and then join her when that's over.

Now, the REAL crux of the plan is she wants to move in, with her baby, with Dad and Mrs. Dad. That's been her plan ever since they built their new house. I knew it, Dad knew it, everybody knew it. It was always just a question of timing and arrangement.

Dad said no. She's not going to live here.

Mrs. Dad brought on the waterworks and said his hatred of her daughter is ruining their marriage.

He once again explained he doesn't hate her, but he wouldn't ask Mrs. Dad to allow his son to move in, she can't expect him to be happy with her asking for her daughter to move in.

Knowing full-well I'd sooner start chopping off my own body parts than move in with them, she claims he's not being fair.

Fair or not, he still says no. Because if she moved in, she'd never move out. She wants to live there so mommy can take care of her baby for her while she sits on her big fat ass and does nothing.

Mrs. Dad has heart issues. Like, near shut-down level issues. Being around her daughter makes those issues much, much worse because she simply runs herself ragged trying to make sure everything is perfect for her little princess. When she's called on it, by anyone, the excuse is, "her dad left her, I have to take care of her." Yeah, that worked when she was seven, but she's nearing thirty now. Let her take care of herself.

So, the situation as it exists is, Dad's put his foot down, Mrs. Dad is not talking to Dad, MSSS is planning on getting her house ready to sell, trying to sell all of their furnishings and belongings that won't fit into Dad's and Mrs. Dad's new house, most of which Dad bought for them in the past fifteen months or so, and trying to get Dad to fund whatever other items they may need to pull off this split-life for the remainder of Mr. MSSS's contract.

The breaking point is nigh.

MSSS and Mr. MSSS are dead freakin' broke. Always are. Because whatever money they have, no matter how much, no matter how much Dad and Mrs. Dad give them to live on, she spends it instantly on frivolous crap. Case in point. A few days back Mr. MSSS called dad because he came home to a house full of flowers and he needed to vent. Not just a few pots of flowers, but completely filled to the point of not being able to walk in the door. Asking MSSS why, she said, and I quote, "I felt depressed about how broke we are, so I went and got a few flowers to cheer myself up."

Once the flowers began to wilt, she threw them out. All of them.

Equivalency with these two lead me to a brand-new, right off the lot, 2007 Saturn Aura XR. That was supposed to catch us up. Less than three weeks later we got another check for almost ten grand. They spent that much in that short of a time. And this is on top of whatever money he actually makes.

Dad is on the edge of something major. He's either going to completely break-down, going to leave his current Mrs. Dad, or going to kill Mrs. Dad's precious daughter. He knows now that the path has been laid out. It's no longer a subtle hint there and a tiny jab there about MSSS coming to live with him. Now it's out in the open that that's the plan, and he's not having it.

The line is drawn here. Let us watch and see who will be the first to try and cross it.