I don’t entertain people who mistake kindness for weakness or treat generosity like it’s their birthright. So when my sister started treating me like her personal childcare service, I knew it was time to teach her an unforgettable lesson about boundaries.
Have you ever had someone in your life who just assumed your time belonged to them? Someone who looked at your circumstances and decided that because you didn’t fit their mold of “busy,” you were automatically available? That’s my sister Daphna in a nutshell.
I’m Amy. I work from home, and, yeah, I’m single. My sister Daphna’s 32 with two boys, Marcus, who’s six, and little Tyler, who just turned three. She got divorced about a year ago and moved into a place just two blocks from mine. At first, I thought having her nearby would be nice. We could grab coffee, the boys could visit, you know, normal sister stuff.
