This is long and messy, but here we go.

My (32F) sister (34F) has a drinking problem. Like, a real problem. She drinks every single day. She’s either tipsy or full-on drunk, and she drives like that. Constantly. With her son (8M) in the car. Sometimes even with his friends. Her husband (who is NOT my nephew’s biological father) is a manipulative, narcissistic piece of shit who isolates her from our entire family. My nephew is forbidden from seeing me or anyone else on our side of the family. Thing is—I live half a block away. Literally. And my nephew hasn't been allowed to be at my house in over a year. Same goes with my mom. She isn't allowed to see or spend time with her grandson. All because her husband has manipulated the shit out of my sister and feeds her lies. She's turned into a robot. Obeying him. Worshipping him. He's a drunk, worthless, ugly ass piece of shit. He thinks he's god and what he says is best. His brother and father are the same. All the women are submissive. Like a cult. Fucking disgusting. He belongs 6ft under.

She’s scared of being alone more than anything, so she clings to that man like he’s the last person on earth. She’s a doormat. And an unfit parent, frankly.

Fast forward to a trip I took recently. I planned a vacation to Ireland months in advance. I asked my sister to watch my two dogs—one of whom was a 14-year-old senior pup I’ve had since he was a baby. My world. She agreed. We set everything up. I left her the keys, instructions, everything. I also set up cameras inside and outside my house—not to be paranoid, just to make sure the dogs were okay and eating. You’d think with that kind of trust, she’d follow through.

I was six days into my trip when I checked the cameras and heard something that shattered me: my 14-year-old dog screaming. Not howling. Not whining. Screaming. He was in pain. My neighbor—who I barely know and honestly isn't even that friendly—came into my backyard with bowls of water and cat food because she hadn’t seen anyone come by. She even texted me: “Is everything okay with your dogs? Has someone been taking care of them?”

I was eight hours ahead and spiraling. I checked the camera history and saw that my sister had only shown up ONCE. My 8-year-old nephew came by a few times after that, but only stayed 5 minutes at most. Two full days went by where no one came. No food. No water. Nothing.

Turns out, my sister went on a work trip to Dallas—without telling me a single thing. She left my dogs, including my elderly one, to fend for themselves and put a child in charge of feeding them. I called, I texted, I begged. She ignored me. Then she blocked me.

I was a wreck. Crying. Shaking. Full of rage. I threatened her. I absolutely did. And I meant every word. Because who does that? Who abandons animals they agreed to care for—family—and then disappears?

Thankfully, my neighbor stepped up. I arranged for her to get the key and she stayed with my dogs for the rest of my trip. She’s an angel. But the damage was already done.

Sixteen days after I got back, my senior dog passed away. I believe with every cell in my body that the neglect, the dehydration, the anxiety he endured while I was gone contributed directly to his death. He died not knowing what happened. He was confused. And now my other dog waits by the garage every day, thinking his friend is coming back. But he’s not.

My sister killed my dog. And I will never forgive her.

She has not reached out. I doubt she even knows he died, because she blocked me on every platform. She never apologized. Never explained. Just vanished.

So yeah. I called her job. Left a detailed message with HR. I laid it all out—the years of drinking, how she drinks on work trips and then gets behind the wheel of company-paid rental cars. I told them how she’s shown up to virtual meetings slurring her words. How she once FaceTimed me from a hotel bathroom clearly wasted, with a company lanyard still around her neck. I told them how she’s a danger—not just to herself, but to others. Including my nephew. Including strangers on the road. I sent them a follow-up email with dates, examples, and screenshots from messages she drunkenly sent me over the years.

And no—I don’t feel guilty. Not one damn bit. She had it coming. Hell, I should’ve done this months ago. She’s been endangering lives and coasting under the radar while destroying everything around her in the process. She put her child at risk. She put other kids at risk. And she destroyed a living, breathing piece of my heart. My dog—my companion, my family—died because of her. Because she couldn’t be bothered to do the bare minimum and feed him while I was gone. All because her pathetic excuse for a husband snapped his fingers and told her to go to Dallas. And she obeyed. Like the doormat she is.

So yeah. She lost her job.

And honey—I’m just getting started.

She thought abandoning my dogs, ignoring my calls, and blocking me would be the end of it? No. That was just the beginning. I’m coming for her and her waste of space husband. I don’t care how long it takes. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to sit in silence and know that they’ve destroyed something beautiful, something innocent, something that can never be replaced.

Fuck them both.

Let them suffer. Let them burn in the chaos they created. She took my dog. She took my trust. She took any ounce of love I had left for her. And now?

She’ll see exactly what happens when you mess with someone’s family.

I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I lost a piece of my soul. She made that happen. She doesn’t get to walk away from this like nothing happened.

So, am I AITA? Sure. Do I give a fuck? Nope.