Reminds me of my wife's bytch of a sister who terrorized her own marriage and hated on me and my wife because we managed to somehow coexist,
despite being from different trees.
Her husband at the time spent the entire time coming up with a escape plan. He managed to build a trailer on the opposite end of town, got with a different chick, and basically chuck the peace sign at his children and the bytch of a wife.
She was all like, "I am so embarrassed". Key word "I"
What about the man that tried to deal with the constant nonsense, the nagging, the belittling, the competitive nature that you had for your youngest sister, instead of using that energy to making him semi happy.
Now she married to a man that's knocking on 70's door (she's 50 btw), live in a run down shack near "Buttfukkacousin" side of the rural south, and slowly but surely dying from cancer.
Its not worth the bitterness, the malicious intentions, and pride to hold....but yeah "she's in Europe". Whatever that means