In 3 days dcs is coming to my mother's house. I hope to god they take the kids. I'm 17, my only hope is making it 6 more months until I'm 18. Those poor fucking kids have years ahead of them. The other day my sister admitted she didn't want the 2 month old. My mother and sister are both passively suicidal. There is no physical abuse happening, but there is rampant verbal abuse. Neglect. The fucking neglect. My nephew had lice for 3 (or more I don't remember) fucking years, she only finally started to treat it when it was starting to spread to her, so she went looking for cheap ways to get rid of it. The other day they were talking about the upcoming home check and were like "Well what are they gonna do, at least they don't get beat, are starving, and aren't being sold for crack." That's not a goal that's worse than bare fucking minimum. I'm 17. I have possession of 2 guns. My sister stole and hid them from her abusive ex. She hasn't taken them back. I'm so tempted to show the workers.