My sister is pregnant. Again. My nephew isn't even 5 months old.
That part alone is bad enough. But my whole family has known for over a week and they just didn't want to tell me. That part really sucks.
I hate that I'm that person that no one wants to tell. I hate that I have to be that person. I hate that my immediate reaction to "You're going to be an Aunt again!" was sadness. I hate that I have to try to hard to be happy for my sister. I hate how unfair all of this feels.