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Originally Posted by TishaBuv
I had a falling out with my FOO. It’s happened before last year too. My issue with them is they are callous and cruel. It was me to call them and call back in line continuing to act like nothing happened thus continuing the cycle of abuse.
I didn’t do that this time. So now there’s no more relationship at all. At least one sister is making some effort with the whole family by sending a group text regarding a recall of lettuce. I didn’t respond. My aunt said something snippy.
So it looks like I won my pride but I lost my family.
But it was a toxic relationship anyway.
I know I contributed to the toxicity.
It hurts immensely how they are so willing to never call me again and how they refused to treat me with respect.
Is there any way for me to have a healthy relationship with them?
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I had problems with my disfunctional family all of my life. A little over 2 years before my mom passed away, we lost our home, and moved all of our things to my parents house. I had yard sales by the road, by there place. One of thoes days my mom showed up, said I stoled somthing from her, it turned out she misplaced it. Anyway she caused me major imbaresment, and told me she was going to call the cops on me. That was it for me. I use to send them $, and packages that I knew my mom would like, like jewerly, parfum, knick knacks, ect. I was the black sheep, I was the one that was always stayed out of troble, and made good grades. Before that insident, I did everything I could bc I just wanted my mom to love me! After she acused me, and said she was going to call the cops on me, I didn't have much to do with them. We moved in with my H's mom, but it only lasted a few days, she decided she wanted to go live with her sister. Anyway when we returned to the town my parents lived in, I called, and my dad said my mom was bad off, in the hospital, and on a ventalator. I took care of my dad, and went to see my mom. I found all of my sibling's phone#s, called, and stayed untill they got there. It wasn't but maybe a couple days, and I became the black sheep again. So I was out of there. My mom got better, except she had a minor stroke while she was on the ventalator. My dad was already in a wheelchair bc he had a stroke a few years back. After my mom was doing better, she told everyone I stole from her. I didn't talk with my parents, and most of my siblings from then on. My mom passed on a Friday the 13th in a January 2 years later. A couple years later my dad was on his death bed, and my oldest Sister convinced me to go see him. As I was there my dad told me he was sorry. I didn't know what for, there were so many things. We only stayed a few hours, and my dad passed a few days later. That I think was when I found out what he was sorry about. I have 5 siblings, and I was the main one who gave my parents a whole bunch of $, and difarent things, my H fixed so many things for them. Anyway I was taken out of there will, and the will said I know why. I never did understand why they hated me so much, I gave them so very much, and all I wanted was to know that they cared. My moral is, you may be better off, and less hurt if you leave things as they are.
