What really dumbfounds me the most is that I think I acted like a very good daughter and sister. Can the image I think I project be so different from how I was viewed?

The way they treated me just doesn’t mesh with the way you’d treat someone who was as loving, kind, and as healthy as I think I showed them I was.

I’m just so confused as to how their perception of me was evidently so opposite of what I thought.

The one sister was so enraged with me, implying I did something so violently offensive— she called me vile. No matter how I explained myself, she didn’t want to listen, already hateful. She maintained that attitude for five months, no matter how I defended myself over again. Then when finally asked to put in writing specifically what she thinks I did, she backed off and said she was sorry. So confusing!

The other sister was just rude and callous. I never needed her help before, so this was the first time I tried to recruit her to help me reign in our mother who had twisted everything as she does and was blasting me for verbally attacking her, which had not happened. But this sister said she doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t affect her and I should just let Mom think whatever she wants to think and have no feelings about anything that happened. I just don’t count here— move along. She was downright nasty and taunting. So strange! So hurtful! I demanded she at least apologize for being so rude to me and told her how much it devastated me, and she refused to even apologize. So we haven’t spoken again, either.

It’s been several months now.

They treated me like dirt on their shoes. I just don’t understand what I did that caused them to think so lowly of me, when I was so nice and generous with them. It hurts so much.