My mom and sister talk about me behind my back. When we were staying with my parents for a month after our fire, she would be on the phone with my sister, and I knew when she walked off into another room, she was talking about me or my husband, whom both of them pretty much dislike in a large way. That was hard. Now that I've been dealing with a lot of anxiety and seeking help, I know I'm a part of their phone conversations here and there again. I feel like the odd one out in a way. Or like a target or something. It hasn't harmed relations really, but it does make me feel awkward around my sister sometimes because I know she probably knows everything I've talked about with mom.