Fat stepmonster hell, part 2: the nightmare continues. Fast forwarding through a few years after part 1... I've learned to tolerate the ham and be civil for the sake of my half siblings. I still don't like her, but I deal with her because I have to. My brother has forgiven her bullshit, and actually kinda likes her. She's a second mom to him or something. Dad quit smoking sometime in '10, he quit for almost six years.  It is now sometime in '14. Not sure on the exact time frame here. Hammother was always complaining that my dad was never home and she didn't want to raise the kids alone, but if my dad was home he wasn't making enough money to support her lifestyle. She was getting worse all the time. Every night drunk, or high, or both. Dad finally threw her in rehab. She comes out and dad is supportive of her new lifestyle, he quits drinking, too. They both decide to join Weight Watchers. (She does, dad just piggybacks on her.) Dad loses 30lbs, he is looking fucking awesome. 20lbs and he'll be golden. She loses nothing. Still fat. Still gross.  Step-ham gets a job to help out with bills and such (job is at the local bar so not a good call), so that dad can spend more time at home. Dad has never seen a cent of this money. They are sober ten months. Then all of a sudden, they're back to drinking. Step-ham couldn't handle the "boring" lifestyle anymore. Dad regains all the weight he lost.  October '15. My dad and the ham are having marital problems. She's snappy. She's bitchy. She never seems happy no matter what my dad does. She desperately wants to move. Dad is constantly broke, because he can't afford to pay for her lifestyle and work around home... but he's trying anyways. He's hearing rumours about her cheating (there have been rumours about this since they first got together, but he ignored them) and he's finally kinda putting it all together, because every now and then she kinda disappears to visit friends and won't reply to texts or answer his calls for days. They go out one night and get pretty drunk, stepmonster is being a bitch, as usual. They go back to the hotel, she passes out, and my dad checks her phone. Sure enough. There are messages back and forth with some guy from another town. He confronts her a few days later and she admits everything. She wanted to move so bad so she could get away from this guy, because she felt guilty but couldn't stay away. She's been seeing this guy for over a year. Clearly didn't feel that guilty or she'd have confessed or stopped seeing the other guy.  At first, she wants dad to continue living at the house. She doesn't want to tell the kids, but dad tells me (because deep down, he knows I've always hated her, and he doesn't really have anyone else to talk to about this because all of his friends are also friends with her... and anything he says would get back to her) but doesn't tell my brother because he's scared about hurting his feelings. Doesn't want him to be hurt. I dono. Dad takes up smoking again. He is barely eating. He stays a few days at my grandparents' house (they've moved into town, so the house is vacant). Kids don't know anything, but they suspect something is wrong. Stepfat introduces half sisters to the guy she's fucking, and both of the girls lose their shit. Middle sister starts screaming that she wants her dad. She does not handle meeting this guy well. Stepfat talks to the kids about moving. All of them are very against this idea. They don't want to leave their homes. Dad gets drunk and texts me, cause he's lonely. We talk on the phone for a while. I tell him he should talk to my brother, because he lives a lot closer than I do and he can help be more of a support system. He can try and visit as often as possible, help dad keep his mind off this shit. So he finally calls my brother. It's later, brother was asleep, dad's drunk message is barely understood. He tells dad to call back tomorrow. My brother calls me after he's finished work and he is fucking livid. Losing his shit mad. Stepmonster is dead to him.  Dad is back in the house to take care of the kids, because ham likes to fuck off to go see her new boy. Takes the family vehicle that dad is paying for, and just disappears. Stepmonster's new boy toy gives her cocaine to sell. Instead of selling it, she AND my dad start using it. I don't know how long this goes on, but dad finally pulls his head out of his ass and stops. Has to be a responsible parent for the kids. No shit, right? There is a huge fight after this, because stepcow is still disappearing to fuck this other guy, and dad tells her she might as well stay with him. She loses it, tells him he should move out. Dad says no. He's the only responsible parent the kids have right now, because when she is home, she's high out of her mind.  My dad calls my brother asking for money to pay for the cocaine they used and never sold. My brother has to lie to his fiancé about what the money is for. He tells her it's so that dad can go get the family vehicle from the stepmom while she's off fucking her new boy. As far as I am aware... dad is still trying to make it work with the ham. He loves her and he's willing to forgive her, because he wants to be with her and the kids. But the bitch is fucking her new guy, and my dad. Sloppy, gross, fat seconds. All of this makes me rage. I want to yell and scream and freak the fuck out, because my dad is being a stupid fucking moron. What the actual fuck!? Using cocaine?? Borrowing money from my brother?? Continuing to fuck this fat ugly bitch even though she's fucking this other guy?? Are you fucking kidding me?!  I told him to document her disappearances. I told him to save all the angry text messages she's sent him. I told him to lawyer the fuck up. And he isn't. Because he wants to work it out. He's never spent any amount of time alone, he's lonely, he's unhappy. I don't fucking know. I don't fucking understand. I am just so incredibly angry. I was going to go back home to visit over Christmas, but I haven't been back home in over a year and a half. (I'm in another province, so its an epic journey to go home for holidays.) I made up excuses to not visit over summer and Christmas holidays, because I refuse to spend even a moment in fat fuck's presence, and I know that if I see my dad while I'm still so mad... I'll lose it and end up burning that bridge, because I won't be able to hold back the anger and disgust I feel over the whole stupid, shitty situation. My dad isn't perfect, he never has been. I know he's kind of a shitty person and clearly he has no self respect. But he's still my dad and despite all his fuckups and failings... I still love him.  Edit: I've been thinking about it nonstop since I posted last night, and I'm going to call my dad and my brother and find out what exactly is going on right now. If she's still using coke and dad's still putting up with it, if I can't convince him that he's allowing her to fuck up his children's lives... I'm going to call CPS. I don't want to see my dad hurt or ruined by this, but at the same time... I want my siblings to have a real chance at a normal-ish life, and I doubt they'll have that with them.