[stomachmonkey]

You could not tell my sister a thing either.

She'd hit herself in the head with a hammer till the end of time as long as you keep telling her it's a bad idea.

She was dating this azzhole Joe, Mr Cardboard we used to call him.

He'd come to my mothers house, walk in without even saying hello, eat at the table, never offer to help clean up or even say thank you.

Finally my mother says to sis, "He is not welcome here. If you want to keep dating him that's fine. When he comes to pick you up he waits outside the front door. This is the last time we will mention it"

Less than a month later Joe was gone because it was my sisters decision made without outside influence.