I swear that some people are born losers.
One of my ex-girlfriends has a sister that has done nothing but throw away her opportunities and damage herself and others (to include a daughter). She and her husband (another winner):
- are terrible with finances, in debt, but still spend wastefully (bought an Xbox 360 when they can't even afford rent some months)
- have horrible self-discipline, and are passing this trait on to their daughter
- smoke, drink, curse, and behave like children in front of their child; it's one thing to enjoy a cigarette (I don't), it's another to waste money on a chain smoking habit that you could be using to pay the phone bill
I advised my ex (who is still a friend)
not to move in with them, and write them off. She did not. Now she's worse off financially than before, even though moving in with her sister was supposed to help them both get on their feet financially. The sister and husband have just used it as an excuse to be more wasteful.
You can't help some people no matter how hard you try, and that will probably bother you. It's good that it bothers you. It shows that you have a conscience. But don't make the mistake that you can help someone so self-destructive. Think of her as a suicide bomber and
RUN AWAY. Remember
Jack Abbot.
The sister is not your responsibility, legally or otherwise. Your best bet is to avoid her and the boyfriend/drug addict at all costs. If the sister seriously wants help, she'll go to her parents and things will turn around. Until she does, you're just asking for a confrontation that doesn't serve anyone but the problem boyfriend.
I have seen this numerous times, unfortunately, including the girl that lived across the street from my parents impregnated at 15 by a 22 year old. She turned things around eventually, is raising her son with the help of her parents, and is finished with college now. It took time and pain, though. For every one of that type I've seen, I see two that are permanent problems for themselves and everyone around them.
jmm, never married w/no kids (and relieved to be so every time I hear about one of these stories)