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I'm estranged from most of my brothers and sisters, and have been for a while. I'm told by a reputable therapist the main problem is I'm "healthy" and therefore don't/won't fit into the dysfunction that is their coping mechanisms -- and I'm okay with that. While the main battle started last year over drug testing a beloved niece who was a heroin addict (I was the only advocate for this), honestly, it has worked out for the best. The whole thing pushed me into a few brick walls of reality I hadn't wanted to face, and while it wasn't easy, it really has been for the best. Knowing the truth about our relationships is certainly easier for me; before, when I kept expecting them to behave like normal, sane, rational human beings, I was constantly being surprised and shocked by the fact they just DIDN'T. Now, I can just shake my head sadly, chuckle over some of their more outrageously ridiculous delusions (I'm BLACKMAILING someone over an event that occurred thirty years ago??? How come no one told me so I could set a good price? And when am I supposed to collect?), and revel in my good fortune that we're NOT talking, so I can put my energies elsewhere.
Except for the last two days, my mother has been having an EXTREMELY rough time with it. You see, my father (NOT the world's greatest) died in March, and she's been dealing with it. I've been supportive; she knows we didn't have the best relationship (we didn't speak for six months prior to his death, and if he hadn't called in the middle of the night with an apology three weeks before he died, it would have ended that way, too), but I did love him despite his many ... flaws? weaknesses? selfish lying? You pick. The bottom line is that he was an abusive son of a bitch, and if we hadn't gone head to head over the heroin addict niece, I probably never would have figured out just what a god awful parent he really was: prior to that, you see, I had always assumed something was wrong WITH ME.
He left behind a bunch of messed up (adult) kids, but at least he left my mother in good financial shape.
For the last two days, she's been dealing with an upcoming "family" reunion that I'm not invited to: not only is she dealing with a "family" reunion without her husband of thirty-four years, but the hosts of this event (my step-brother and his wife) decided to invite my father's EX-wife (his mother), without running it by my mom first. Oblivious? Yes. Insensitive? Definitely. Clueless? Yup. But since there is also a whole bunch of other stuff that "needs to be discussed" this one has been on the back burner, and she officially began losing it yesterday.
So, I've been in the unenviable position of DEFENDING these cretins to my mother. I've had to explain to her that all of her children -- who treat me like shit and badmouth me at the drop of a hat -- really do love her, and it isn't a betrayal of me to go to a "family reunion" that I'm not invited to (even though, let's face it, it kind of is, and we both know it). I've taken the mature route; the relationships between my siblings and I have nothing to do with her, and she needs to stay out of it, and concentrate on her relationship with each of her children, blah, blah, blah.
No one ever said being mature was fun. I did it. I guess I should be proud of myself. Instead I wonder if I was just being a fool because not one of these scum would EVER stand up for me the way I stood up for them tonight. I guess the bottom line, however, is I'm not someone who is going to lie for anybody, including myself. I should take comfort in my integrity.
But I can't sleep, so I'm telling this sad, disjointed story to a bunch of folks who probably couldn't care a less since they all have their own family dramas to deal with.
I'm not crying. I'm just ... not sleeping.
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