Let’s be perfectly clear: there’s petty family drama, and then there’s this, a Shakespearean-level saga of delusion, hostility, and audacity, starring a sister-in-law who seems to confuse family with a free pass to terrorize. Imagine years of unhinged behavior, hurling insults, making false police reports, stalking your house like an obsessed mind-games movie villain, only for her to turn around and say, «By the way, I’d love to babysit your baby.» It’s almost impressive how detachment from reality can be so thorough, so unshakable.  

This sister-in-law isn’t just problematic, she’s a five-alarm dumpster fire of red flags. She’s the kind of person who’d crash your baby shower screaming, «I should have been in charge of the cake!» She’s the relative who’d offer to babysit, insist on buying a crib and stroller, and then forget the baby at her favorite bar.

Giving her access to a child is like handing a pyromaniac a box of matches and asking them to keep an eye on the curtains.