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The email is polite. Brief. Almost sterile.
She declines the roommate arrangement, includes a campus contact, signs her name, and sends it. On the surface, it reads like an ordinary boundary. But the request that prompted it carries older weight. Not just housing. Not just convenience.
Underneath sits a history that never quite settled—an affair, a remarriage, divided loyalties. A sister who wants out of her parents’ home but not entirely alone. Parents who speak about the future as if it is already pressing at the door.
This isn’t simply about sharing a dorm room. It is about being positioned inside a role before agreeing to it. Gratitude is mentioned. Sacrifice is implied. A question about what happens “when we die” enters the conversation far earlier than it should.
The “no” is small in form. The reaction to it is not.
What begins as a practical proposal—two siblings sharing housing at the same college—quickly shifts into something less concrete. The arrangement is framed as mutually beneficial. Financially sensible. Supportive. Yet beneath that framing sits an expectation that extends beyond a lease term.
The parents’ argument widens the timeline. They reference future security, aging, responsibility. The housing request becomes entangled with a larger, unspoken succession plan. In response, the narrator hears not partnership but assignment.
At the same time, the half-sister’s motivation is not fabricated. She wants independence. She wants to avoid the stigma of appearing incapable on campus. She offers compromises: waiting after class, paying rent, adapting. Her insistence carries urgency.
Then the exchange accelerates. Emails. A phone call. A sharper reply. A message about being blocked. The conversation stops.
By the end, the question is no longer about square footage. It is about who absorbs long-term care, and who decides that in advance.
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Me [23F] with my half-sister [24F] Wants to transfer to my college, but cannot live on her own. I don’t want to be her keeper
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I am not The OOP, OOP is u/SophieHatter
Me [23F] with my half-sister [24F] Wants to transfer to my college, but cannot live on her own. I don’t want to be her keeper.
TRIGGER WARNING: infidelity, neglect, entitlement, accusations of ableism
MOOD SPOILER: Sad but looking up
Original post Apr 6, 2015
Background–
My half-sister, Ariel, and I grew up in different home. I spent a lot of time with my dad, but I never spent the night. If I did, we shared a room. Ariel had bunk beds because she used the bars around them to get herself into the wheelchair, it was just easier. Plus if she had friends over.
It was always her room.
My mom and Dad lived in the same town anyways, so there was really no reason to stay over. I also never really got on with Ariel, or her brother Sebastian (22m). I lost a lot of respect for my dad (50m) when he cheated on my mom. While he has been faithful to Claudette (45f) I don’t think what he did was right. But I love him and have tried to stay out of marriage problems between my mom (46f) and dad.
There has also been resentment because Claudette’s two children are handicapped. Sebastian was born with a spinal problem, but surgery has helped him out a lot. He won’t be a 5 star athlete, but he hikes and does a lot of active stuff. He just gets tired easily and some days needs a cane.
My sister is confined to a wheel-chair and is unable to do a lot of stuff for herself. She has been complaining on her FB for years about wanting to move out, but she never does anything to make this happen. She will get help, but then whine so much her parents will just stop making her do anything about it.
Well, Claudette called me yesterday and asked if I would be willing to live with Ariel.
I told her I was in a single and was pretty happy with my location. Claudette told me to share a room with Ariel and everything would work out. She tried to guilt me by saying I had a lot of blessings in my life, it was time to give back.
My dad doesn’t pay for my education and buying me groceries 2 a year doesn’t mean you paid my way or are a blessing in my life.
It makes me angry because Claudette has always treated me like my good fortune should have belonged to Ariel. Just because she can’t walk doesn’t mean I owe it to her to be her caregiver.
I am not sure how to tell them no, because it will likely end with my father not talking to me again for six months.
tl;dr: How to tell my half sister and step mother I don’t want to live with her.
RELEVANT COMMENTS
zizzymoo
“because it will likely end with my father not talking to me again for six months.”
Then so be it.
This sounds to me like they’ve decided you’re the mechanism by which they get your half sister to finally be independent/not their problem. Don’t be manipulated into that.
Durbee
I’ll echo that. Just today in /r/relationships there was a post about a college guy with a wheelchair bound roommate who came to rely on him as a caregiver. It’s an exhausting role that was thrust upon him, and now he can’t get out of it without looking like the bad guy.
Do not put yourself in a position to have to do the same. The way it’s being sold to you is what? What could they think you possibly have to gain out of their suggested arrangement?
She sounds neither likable nor motivated, and that’s what you’d be saddled with. In a single, you’re guaranteed to clash over space and responsibilities. All the little things her folks do for her now, she would expect from you. None of this sounds good. Avoiding it at all costs would be worth forgoing a few phone calls, if that’s what it would take.
Talk to your dad. Let him know that the arrangement won’t work, but there are likely some resources available for her to get her own place. Maybe you could help research them.
OOP
I don’t want Ariel in the same city as me. Which I know sounds really petty. Because even in the same college, she would expect me to give her rides places. I don’t really like her that much as a person. She has become extremely entitled. She called my mom a “useless bitch” one time when I got help paying for a used car… Ariel can’t drive. Why would she care I had a car?
I understand people are usually 100% into family, but it feels like they just tolerated me until I was useful and then would abandon me in a second.
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notastepfordwife
So, your dad cheats on your mom, and THE OTHER WOMAN is now calling you to watch her daughter? Hasn’t she done enough damage to your family?
OOP
Claudette thinks that my mom was the one who drove my dad away. Which is BS. But yeah, the other woman is calling to ruin my life too.
Dont_Blink__
I’m sort of confused as to how your dad cheated on your mom resulting in an older half-sibling. Was he cheating before and after you were born with the same woman??
OOP
*You got it. He has been cheating the whole time he was with my mom, but Claudette was just the last woman. He decided he wanted to raise his first born instead of stay married.
Update Apr 8, 2015 (2 days later)
Here is a small update. Hopefully the last.
I wrote an e-mail to Dad and Claudette explaining my side of the story and why I didn’t think it would work out.
I am unable to take Ariel on as a roommate, due to my increase in work hours and my internship this summer. I am doing well financially, so I don’t need the additional rent I know Ariel would insist on paying. Here is the number for [Helpful Handicapped Student Center.] You will want to talk to Amelia H. She will put you in touch with the right people.
Best wishes,
Sophie.
Claudette must have shown Ariel the e-mail, because I got a call two hours after sending it. Ariel had her rebuttal worked out.
“I will be more than happy to wait at campus for you to get off work.”
“Your mom is really helping you out, so you should extend the same hand to me. You should sacrifice for family.”
“We shared a room before.”
“It would be embarrassing to be a handicapped student on campus.” She wanted to be independent.
“[Claudette] has been really mean to me lately, saying I am not normal. I just want to prove her wrong. You understand, right?”
“I thought we were closer. It is you are healthy and I am not.”
I ended up simply telling her–
“My mom has asked me to pay her back for the apartment when I have the chance. I do not want to share a room with you and I do not feel we are close at all. On top of that, your mom ruined my parents’ relationship, so I am not going to do her any favors.”
Ariel hung up.
A bit later, I got a Claudette flavored e-mail from my father.
I thought I raised you better than that. With everything we have done for you, I am hurt you won’t consider helping out your handicapped sister. What happens when we die? Will you just leave Ariel and Sebastian all alone? … We know you will be the successful child and we hope in our old age you will remember who helped you become the woman you are today.
I replied telling them no.
I got a text from Claudette telling me to lose her number and that I was blocked.
I haven’t heard from my dad. I am not sure if I will. I am just kind of glad it happened. I have removed everyone from my FB and have their numbers tagged to go to voice mail. I am tired of playing games like this.
tl;dr: TL;DR– I got an e-mail from Claudette. I told her no. She told me to lose her number. Thank you for your support everyone. I feel much better now. I don’t have the emotional stability to be around Claudette and Ariel for long periods of time. I also realized I need to stop fearing my dad’s hissy fits.
RELEVANT COMMENTS
croatanchik
Well, whoever said that they’re grooming you to deal with her when they’re dead hit the nail on the head.
OOP
Yup. which isn’t happening.
Fuckyousantorum
what is revealing is Claudette’s reaction. As soon as you weren’t going to be manipulated by her the facade fell away and she revealed that she is a mean step-mother only interested in how you can be made to help her and the one she loves.
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epichuntarz
Tough situation, but there’s not a lot else you can do.
The whole nonsense about”what will happen when we’re gone” is silly-Sebatian and Claudia will very likely get life insurance, in addition to any disability for which they qualify. They won’t be helpless or anything.
It’s one thing for them to ASK you to do this favor, but it’s another thing for them to get upset when you choose not to comply.
OOP
Sebastian is pretty moble, though he does have some hard days. He has pretty much cut out his mom and sister and goes to school several states away.
[deleted]
Sounds like he came to the same conclusion you did, that they are shit people.
grubbley
Have you talked to Sebastian about the situation? I’d be surprised if he didn’t have to deal with a similar conversation with his mother.
OOP
Not yet. He calls me. We have a system.
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[deleted]
Good, OP. You should’ve told Claudette you would gladly loss her phone number. Like fucking seriously, dad cheats on your mom and your dad + new wife are like TAKE CARE OF OUR CHILDREN WHEN WE ARE OLD. Wtf kind of responsibility they wanna impose you?
[deleted (2)]
Yeah, I found the whole situation crazy too. The entitlement is astonishing.
OOP
You have no idea. The tone of voice used cannot be fully explained. It’s like speaking to some sort of alien creature.
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berrieh
I think you did exactly the right thing, I’m sorry they pressed you so hard. I’m still not sure why you blame Claudette (and not your Dad) for your parents’ divorce, but it might just be because she sounds like a megabitch, I don’t know.
OOP
I have a lot of divorced friends. Their step-mom’s are really cool and they go to lunch, shopping, movies. The step-mom’s are like cool aunts.
Claudette made the divorce worse. I think, without her, the divorce would have happened anyways but I might have had a real relationship with my dad.
I blame her for instigating fights, trash talking my mom, and making my dad into a shittier person.
Honeeblood
Just wanted to say I feel your pain, and it really sucks having a step-mother who is horrible.
Such a cliché, who would want to be the ‘wicked step-mother’?
OOP
Claudette really took to her role, very method.
Source
The phone rings two hours after the email. Ariel has prepared responses. She will wait on campus. She will contribute financially. She wants to prove she is not defined by her wheelchair.
The sentences come quickly.
For a moment, it sounds like collaboration. It isn’t steady, though. Each offer carries the assumption that proximity is already agreed upon.
Midway through the exchange, something larger surfaces. The father’s question what happens when we die does not belong to a dorm conversation. It stretches the timeline outward. The housing proposal begins to feel like a rehearsal for permanence.
That shift changes the temperature. Refusal stops being about privacy or workload. It is interpreted as something colder.
Still, Ariel’s position is not hollow. Independence, when your body limits certain tasks, often requires invisible scaffolding. Someone to drive. Someone nearby. Waiting hours on campus may be inconvenient, but it may also be the cost she is willing to pay for not being left behind.
Then the escalation tightens. The father writes. The stepmother responds more sharply. Numbers are blocked. Social lines retract.
No one discusses the room anymore.
What lingers is quieter and harder to name. A role hovering in the future. An inheritance that is not financial. The narrator resists stepping into it without consent. The parents push against uncertainty. Ariel pushes against isolation.
The contact list is cleared. Calls go to voicemail.
The broader arrangement who carries responsibility later remains suspended, not negotiated, not withdrawn.
