Because of my mothers mental illness, my brothers called their dad to come and get them because they were tired of dealing with her and did not like being poor. I was in college at the time, and now it has been a year. I recently got in contact with my brothers, but they have changed, we were once so close and they don't even really want to talk to me. Their dad is rich, they have laptops, cellphones, videogames things my mom could never give. Yet, I thought love would prevail. I thought we were close, but apparently not.
Yesterday, I finally got in contact with my brother who is in high school texted me and was like I may talk to you but I am busy. I am so sad that they don't even feel comfortable talking to me as if I had no meaning in their lives. I always looked after them, took care of them, and we were so close. This is causing so much distress, I don't even know how to tell my mom.
I feel like no amount of medicine or therapy could help me. I feel so terrible like I am not good enough for them. My mom and I are black and my brothers are half biracial, it is almost as if they are disowning us because we don't money or anything, but we tried.
Do you have any suggestions to help my grieving.
I don't even want to talk to my brothers any more, because it is no use. But I am still grieving.