It's not a kind of "disagreement" that has a high road. I can't call her because I don't have her number, nor any other way to contact her. It's hard to explain what even happened. The easiest way to say it is: I love her and I loved being with her and my nephews. She relapsed hard and if I didn't get my boys out of there they'd end up hurt or dead. I was too young to take them in. CPS got involved after I made a call. The boys are gone and my sister is too because of what I did. I protected my boys from that life, as far as I know, but I lost them in the process. And I lost my sister. It kills me. Every. Single. Day.

I miss them so ****ing much.