My first thought was that my mom had lost her job, and that I wouldn't be able to go to school anymore, but it seemed more serious than that. Maybe someone had died in the family or developed an aggressive cancer. Somehow the news was far worse than anything I could imagine. My mother told my sister and I that my nephew is missing and that my half sister and her boyfriend are in jail.
A homicide detective told them over the phone that some new evidence they'd found overnight caused them to believe it was homicide. However, the man said he would keep us updated, although we probably won't hear anything until Monday.
First I cried. Then I sobbed. I knew she was self-centered, but... No. If they don't find that little peanut, I don't think I could ever forgive either of them. From the time my nephew was born, his mother tried to use him to get gifts from our mother, picking out expensive strollers and cribs and hinting to our mother that they wanted it. After a visit my mother paid them for my nephew's birthday, she told us what she saw, because it made no sense.
Messes everywhere, foul smells, and in the freezing East Coast weather my nephew was without a jacket. It was "lost" according to my half sister. It all seems worse, now that he's missing. My half sister is in jail, charged with misdemeanor child neglect, which she should be. Her boyfriend is in jail under suspicion of murder.
I just keep thinking, why? Why would anyone treat such a sweet little boy that way? How could you look at his sweet little face and not give him anything and everything? That little ball of energy only gave love and wanted only to receive it in return. Well, that and batman pajamas.
The hardest part was when I googled it. I typed in my nephew's name and the state they live in, stories came about left and right. My little peanut's name all over the news. "Missing" and then "murder". My half sister and her boyfriend's mugshots side by side. He looks crazy and evil as ever, but her face pissed me off. She looks unapologetic. She looks as though she were in an argument with someone and she was defending her terrible actions. That person I'd grown up with was making THAT FACE when they took her picture. She was looking as though she'd done nothing wrong. And that I couldn't stand. That made me sick.
I'm still hoping they find that little angel. Wherever he may be, I hope he's alive and well.
This is the story: http://www.wral.com/missing-2-year-old-raleigh-boy-s-father-charged-with-murder/14306867/ I can't believe it still. I hope it's not true. And right now hope is all I can do until they find him.
My finals are done! I'm overjoyed. And I was craving the sexy time. One David with a dog named Sage spent the night and slept here until morning. That was great. I don't care about how many people I have sex with. The more important thing is that I have sex with people that care about me as a friend. They don't just have sex with me and leave, cheapening the experience. We have sex and then eat and talk and sleep and then they leave when they're good and ready. I like that very much.
In other news, my sister was diagnosed bipolar on Monday, Dec. 1st. Although it's really hard for my mom, dad and I, we are finding the humor in it, because she says the craziest shit. One of my favorites was "Girl, I can hear things now. I'm like Superman." They get better and better as time goes on. Although I help us find the humor in it, I feel guilty for being away from home. I wish I could help out, give my parents a break. I don't spend much time crying, but I do spend a bit of time thinking of my sister.
I'll be relieved to go home. Next week I'm going home on Thursday and staying until Sunday so I can squeeze in family time and help out a little. Can't think of a better way to spend 4 days.
