The situation with Rosa Isela and the kids doesn't seem to be getting better. We haven't spoken to the kids since Friday morning, and my dear sister hasn't reached out to me since some terse texts yesterday. She can shove it.

Jay from Aestrea reached out to me&co. this morning. The sweethearts; they're trying to look for help for my Papo. Another system reached out to us via email as well, and offered their advice on all this. Both they and Aestrea seem to be sounding the red alert on this, and I feel so utterly helpless, because I can't pull Papo out of there. I'm not even sure when, or if, I'll be allowed to see any of the kids again. Right now, I'm just relieved that Mom can at least talk to them. She does her best not to break down and cry, but I know things are hard for her, too. Why does Rosa Isela always do this? Why does she blow things out of proportion, and purposefully lash out to hurt others? Doesn't she realize she's damaging her kids? Is her disdain and resentment towards me and Mom really that great, that it blinds her to the pain she's causing? Why does she hate me so much? This isn't an exaggeration. I truly believe my sister hates me. She always has, ever since we were little, since I was born the wrong gender, in her infant mind of that time. We were never close. Now that we're adults, our outlook on life, our belief system, everything we represent, are directly opposed to one another. She's ultra-religious; I'm apatheistic. She's married, with five children; I'm 35 and still single, never having dated in my life, no kids. I'm very politically driven, attending rallies and protests whenever I get the chance; she, not so much. I love to bake; she dislikes cooking. I'm multiple. She doesn't even believe I exist.