Long, with a fair bit of backstory. If I miss anything out, please ask- I'm trying to avoid writing war and peace!
I'm NC with most of my siblings, regular contact with one, and infrequent contact with the youngest- for the purpose of this thread, I'll call her Kate.
Backstory: we were taken into care when I was a teen. Kate, who was four at the time, was adopted out quite quickly. I had no contact until she was 17, when we enrolled at the same college- can you believe that?
LOTS of drama. After the high of finding my sister agsin after so long, she began to stir shit between me and just about everyone. If she wasn't the focus of my attention, she made sure she was- think pretending to faint when I dared tell her to hang on while I changed DD. She'd demand that DH picked her up when she'd gone on a night out because she "couldn't be arsed to walk home". If I was unavailable at any time, she'd pull the "never there" card. (Apparantly it was my fault we all went into care- three of my sisters believe this, I've heard it for years, and it fucking stings! If they knew what I'd tried to do to protect them from what was going on!!!) The "Neclver There" card is particularly relevant here...
I limited contact. It was all messing with my head. We're friends on facebook, but haven't actually had any direct contact for a year.
Until today. She posted on my timeline, asking me to text her, as she had something urgent to ask me.
I texted her, and she's asked me to have her two kids for a week, in a month's rime, while she goes into hospital. (C section- I didn't even know she was pregnant agsin. That's the level of contact we have.)
I've had to say no! And this is the point of my AIBU. Apparantly, I'm once again proving that I'm Never There, I'm a hard faced cunt, etc, etc.
The reasons I've given:
*We live in a tiny apartment. We are on the list to move, but right now, my DC share a room, and it's cramped enough as it is.
*I've had to do the bare minimum of work over the last few weeks, because of the holidays. I'll be scheduling fart breaks on the week the DC go back to school.
*I've never even met her kids! (4 and 18m). Surely it wouldn't be fair on them to go and stay with a complete stranger for a week?
Fuck a moose, do I feel guilty!! She says they'll hqve to go into respite care if I can't have them, and it'll be the second lot of kids I've put into care!
I'm ready to be told I'm a stone cold bitch now. You lot can't hurt me as much as hearing it the first time did...
So, am I?
And, if I am, is there a solution I'm not seeing re; the practicalities of it all?