My dad was the rager, he'd "only" yell, but it wasn't normal or ok. My mom was my "protector" but also helped try to tell me to "not upset my father", my older sister hated me from the day they brought me home from the hospital. She was the golden child, I was the fuckup...for my whole life as well. I'm turning 55 on new years. (there's a whle story around THAT which isn't as rosy as one might think, though it was my dad's FAVORITE story to tell everyone about...)
Mom had a catastophic stroke in May of '22, and we literally had to make the decision not to do a feeding tube and let her go...she was conscious when "we" (my sister) made that decision. Dad was already too far gone with dementia to understand she couldn't ever come home as "normal" again...as sis and the dr tried to explain how a feeding tube would work, my mom squeezed my hand like a vice and shook her head NO. So I knew it was what she wanted, not to be locked in her body...but it took her 11 days to finally let go and pass. She was so worried about me being ok.
(I was also a functional alcoholic at the time and my new roommate who turned into my wife who tried to kill me a month ago was already working on her grift)
Sis and I went back and forth for a year with dad in a care facility, she was the one who took over and I was so unprepared for everything I let her railroad me into giving up so much. she was only after the money.
Dad passed a year to the DAY in '23. I'd only been sober for about 6months.
I hate my sister now and will never speak to her again. she sold off the home my dad built without a pause, after telling me she'd keep it in the family...
My soon-to-be ex spent almost all the inheritance I did get, and I am just sitting here like "what happened?"
You'll se me post more here as things unfold.
I woke up this morning from a nightmare with my parents...it never happened, but it sure revealed the anxiety that I still live with.
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