I'm still the family scapegoat. When I was last in the hospital in April, my mom chastised me for upsetting a sibling who has a short fuse. And made me promise I'd never do it again. That was her/the priority over all the garbage I've been wading through.

But I'm lonely so I keep going back to them. I spent half my adult life in NYC just to get away from them lol. It wasn't/isnt easy.

ETA There's just so much more but I'd need a lot of time to even summarize it. Anyway, I think we scapegoats are the ones who eventually need therapists and meds because the family never really changes.