So my sister fled from her last opportunity to go to treatment on Thursday. As such, she lost the motel room that my parents were keeping available for her, so she could stay off the street.
Last night she contacted my parents and tried to play the pity card, asking for forgiveness and a place to stay. They told her she is not to return to the house, that she should go to a homeless shelter if she wants to be indoors. She ignored their advice, and showed up about 12:30 last night.
She rang the doorbell, but no one came to greet her. She is not welcome here, after all. She knocked on the side door that leads directly into the room in which my husband and I live. We ignored her, as we were given instructions not to let her inside under any circumstances. We heard her grumble something as she walked away. I went upstairs in the dark to try and see if I could determine where she had gone, and she spotted me in the darkness and waved at me, knocking on the back door. Turns out she had gone around to the back yard and began to camp out on the deck.
I turned around and went back downstairs, put on my shoes, and considered whether or not it was worth confronting her and telling her to leave. Ultimately I listened to my husband, who advised that I leave her to either take the hint, or let my parents deal with her in the morning. It was so surreal, but I managed to sleep fairly well, considering.
Apparently my mother let her in at about 5:30am. They got her another motel room, with the ultimatum that she is to attend treatment for her drug addiction, as was the bargain for the prior Thursday. If she runs away from that again, I imagine we'll have to contend with another round of harassment like last night. I really hope we don't have to go through anything like that again. We don't deserve to be treated this way, we don't deserve to have this kind of threat and stress come into our lives. If she wants to keep using meth, that is her decision to make. She doesn't get to harass and upend our lives in the process.