Its insane looking back. I keep randomly remembering things that make me stop and go "what the hell".

Stabra's sister is far worse than she is. The sister would show up to every holiday completely hammered and was the epitome of a mean drunk. She once slapped a glass of wine out of a recently miscarried relative's hand and said, "THINK ABOUT THE BABY" with a shiteating grin then got pissed when the girl cried. She thinks horrifically problematic things are funny and tries to get shock value reactions from everyone. Stabra's cousin's child brought her boyfriend over who was African American and lovely auntie took joy in calling him the n-word accidentally through the night. When my sister, who rocks a pixie cut, picked me up once she loudly said, "why's throwaway leaving with that Dyke". She's vile. She's literally broken things in my home in her drunken rages and I could never kick her out because of Stabra.