I come from a dysfunctional family so there’s always drama. My abusive father and depressed mother were unable to provide any sort of resemblance to a loving household.
Sometime after my father died, my older brother stopped talking to us. Some 15 years later we found out that his dysfunctional wife was behind it, and she had also stopped talking to her mother as well. It broke my poor mother’s heart and she never was permitted to have a relationship with their kids. The dysfunctional sister-in-law was downright cruel to my mother. She cut up Valentine’s Day cards which my mother had send to their kids and mailed them back. My mother ran into my brother once at a supermarket, and he walked past her in the isle, not even glancing her way.
He suddenly decided that all was fine and started showing back up at Mom’s place, sometimes bringing the kids and eventually his wife. I was in Japan so I didn’t interact.
On one of my trips back to the States, he stopped in while I was at my mother’s place and wanted to “reconnect.” His first question was “are you still married?” WTF?
I told him to come outside for a chat, where I confronted him about his raping me, my younger brother and several other kids. He told me how much that had hurt him over the years. When I told him that I didn’t hear an apology, then he said he was sorry that “bad things happened to you.” At which point, I told him to fuck off. That was 10 years ago, and I have no interest in ever talking to him again.
My younger brother suffers from mental illness, but refuses medication. He’s been homeless for a decade or more. I used to try really, really hard to help him. Since he would have problems working, I offered to pay him to do volunteer work for however long it could, 15 minutes or 8 hours. (This was back when I was making good money.)
He wouldn’t do it. He wanted my money for free, on top of the several hundred dollars a month mother gives him. We would go through these cycles where he would email me wanting help. I’d offer things such as paying for counseling or an attorney to help him file for disability. He didn’t wan that, he would want me to fund some sort of pie-in-the-sky adventure such as building a new jet engine. After a few email exchanges, then he’s blow up and call me vile names. I’d tell him to fuck off, which he would for six months or so, and then he’d start it up again.
Finally, after our first was born and died, he sent an extremely hateful email saying while I was personally responsible for Ian’s death, and how much that had hurt him, that I needed to give him money because of that. That was it and I simply blocked all email addresses from yahoo.com.
My oldest sister and I have had a couple of periods of not talking. Too many issues. When we do talk, then we’re best of friends.
I’ve got 29 cousins on my mother’s side and you would need a 3D model to keep track of who is not taking to whom. Did I mention that I came from a dysfunctional family?
There is actually a lot more, but it would be pretty boring giving all of the petty details.
I’m not completely innocent myself. You don’t grow up in that sort of environment without developing issues yourself. Now that I’ve got kids of my own, trying to get better is a much higher priority.