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Input: She hasn't even been dating this guy for a year. She still lives at home with our Mom. Her boyfriend has two kids. I'll try not to rant about my sister and keep to the subject at hand.

We'll call her boyfriend Fred. Fred has two kids, somewhere between 6 and 10 years old. My sister, Sue, has been dating him for about 8 months. Fred isn't that bad of a guy. He's been divorced but does the best he can for his kids. I respect the dude and genuinely think he's decent. Sue, on the other hand, is selfish and feels entitled to everything. 

Anyway, every weekend, Fred has his kids. That's great, he should be able to see his kids. But, the issue is that he doesn't have his own place. He sorta moved into my sister's room at my mom's house over the time they've been dating. Times are tough, I get it. Well, his kids are fucking brats. 

I myself stay here off and on due to work. I have very little possessions. I tend to keep to myself because I don't really like my sister. While I'm at home, I have my dog (5 pound Pomeranian) and he's my whole world. He's my best friend, he sleeps with me, I play with him as much as possible, and I just fucking love him. Cue Fred's kids. 

His kids have no idea how to treat an animal or personal property. They take my dogs toy and just tease him. They never give it back and like to psych him out. I get furious when they do that, so I eventually, yet calmly, went off. I told them if they're going to play with my dog, then they better play nice and stop freaking him out. They continued to not give him his toy. On top of that, they like to pick him up by his front legs and fly him around like a god damn superhero. I lost it. I told them to let go of my dog and they're not allowed to pick him up anymore. What do they do? The exact opposite.

Also, the little brats like to invite themselves into my room, jump on my bed, and harass my dog even more. For Christ's sake, I have my door closed with me and my dog in here but they still feel invited?

It's not just my dog. They're loud, always bothering me, and constantly touching my shit. Why the fuck are you in my room you little kids? There's shit in here that they do not need to see or get a hold of. Examples: Bong, handgun, and my VR setup. Before you jump to conclusions, my gun is closed up in a case, unloaded, clip out, and stuffed away in the back of a drawer. It's not in a safe because 99% of the time, I'm nowhere near kids. 

Fred does tell them to stop when he sees that I'm getting aggravated, but they'll get back into being little shitheads sooner or later. Sometimes I'll take Sue to the side and let her know that their intruding in my room and harassing my dog, but she usually shrugs it off.

AITA?


not liking my sisters boyfriend's kids