calling me judgmental is the pot calling the kettle black
you are judging me for thinking i'm judging others
even though you will see me as being more judgmental i'll try to again explain my reasoning for not being able to understand how someone could cut out a close family member...
my family is very small...
if i cut just one person out it would be a major major major portion of my life and i could not imagine my life without one of my family members.
i'm not saying my family is better than everyone else's as those who keep quoting me seem to think
i will not apologize for my personal opinion as i was not judging anyone and if you feel i was then that is your opinion.
I personally didn't take what you said in a badly judgmental way but more of - ignorance to be honest. How I wish I had that ignorance and I am serious about that.
My parents died when I was a child. Both of cancer. I have 5 older siblings - much older. The oldest is 22 years older than I am and the 2nd youngest is 10 years older. When our father was dying I was 15/16 years old. I had no one to turn to because they were constantly fighting among themselves. How I could trust any of them when they were so mean to each other? Then when they found out I was getting more of an inheritance (since I was under age and our parents obviously knew none of them would take me on financially) that anger turned to me. They did everything they could to make me feel horrible. They embarrassed me (purposely) in front of friends. They yelled at me. They threatened me with foster care. They told me they knew I would end up pregnant and did I know if I did I would not longer get money from the state or my Dad's retirement? I wasn't even thinking about money. I was just trying to survive - honestly. I was physically abused by an older brother and every one of my other siblings turned their cheeks. The day I turned 18 my sister in law ( at that point I was paying room and board to live with a brother and his wife) sat me down and told me point blank that all of my siblings were very angry with me because of the money I had (13K) and I should divide it up and give it to them. I didn't. I had college and living expenses to pay for.
The day I got married one of my sisters made a pass at my brand new husband during our reception. She was 7 years older than him, married and had 2 kids. Everyone knew and just laughed about it.
My entire adult life there would be snide and snarky comments from my siblings. The worst came when we started to go to WDW on a regular basis. Yes - my husband makes a very good income, but I never once said anything about it to them. I never once help myself above them. However I could not even mention we were going to Disney, or when we got a new car (we went years and years with only one. I would take DH to work then my DD to school and reverse it all in the afternoon - all doing this while dragging a young infant with me) there would be never ending snarky comments. Our beloved cat died and when I said we had him cremated I was told that was shameful to spend that much money on a cat when I should have just tossed him out in the garbage.
I was not even invited or told about a birthday party for our oldest sister. I found out because I was accidentally included on an email about it. When I mentioned how hurt I was - I got slammed big time. No - i couldn't go. I lived 1000 miles away - but I could send a gift and call.. find a way to be included on some level. How dare I even say my feelings were hurt.
When our oldest had her 3rd brain surgery only ONE of my siblings called to see if she was OK. Then FOUR MONTHS after another calls. The second she finds out my DD was OK she started in trying to guilt me for not wanting to go camping with them instead of going to WDW. She even insulted my husband repeatedly because I said neither of us are campers (even though I went as a child). She didn't call to find out about my DD - she called to insult and try to emotionally manipulate me.
Then my husbands company was hit VERY hard by the recession and he found out 3 days before we were supposed to go back for a family wedding he was getting a 20K pay cut. We were panicked to say the least. The money we had set aside to go back for the wedding now had to be used to pay college tuition for our oldest. Did anyone understand? NO! Instead I was raked over the coals about that. Basically told I was lying and I could have gone if I wanted to. This was said by a sister whom in 20 some years had n ever so much as even attempted to come see me.
My oldest brother sent out the most offensive email - racially offensive after that horrible earthquake in Haiti. I privately messaged him back and told him I found things like that beyond offensive and please do not forward stuff like that to me again. Well he went off the deep end and decided to make it public - once again trying to humiliate me. He didn't though. By then I was so over it all.
When I tried to talk to another sister about it she had the nerve to ask me what my deal was with our oldest brother. I was stunned. This man beat me up when I was 16 years old. He threatened to kill me if I told our dying father. No one did ANYTHING about it. This man is violent, chauvinistic and racist to the extreme and what is MY deal with him?
That was the straw that broke the camels back. I sat down and wrote one long email and sent it to all of my siblings. I told them they were no longer allowed to treat me as they had been. I mentioned things they had done and said to me and NO MORE. I told them if they wanted to stay a part of my life they had to respect me, my family and the decision we make. If not - then I wish them well.
The responses I got back were filled with so much anger and hatred. How dare I stand up for myself. How dare I point out their bad behavior. I was literally told by my oldest that I am "just like Mom". It was the biggest compliment she could ever have given me. I loved our mother dearly. She died when I was 13.
My oldest brother lied about what he did to me. Why I have no idea. They all knew about it. They all knew what happened and when. He said I was younger than I was - as if that made it OK. Simple math could prove him wrong.
I only responded to one - the brother and sister in law I lived with for 2 years. I didn't beg them to try to work it out with me but I told them I hoped they would. I told them I would always love them and be there for them if they needed or wanted me.
I haven't spoken to any of them in five and a half years. I do speak to their children though. Some of their children I am very close to. They know what their parents are like and they know (and have told me) they know I was speaking the truth. They have also told me that ego, pride and saving face will prevent my siblings from ever reaching out to me again.
It hurts! it is the most painful thing I have ever gone through. I not only lost my parents, but I lost my entire family - with the exception of a few nieces and nephews and the family I created with my husband.
Every moment of every day it hurts and I wish it could be different. However the constant verbal abuse and emotional manipulation hurt so much more than having no contact at all.
I am working very hard on not being angry with them. I pray for their health and happiness every day. My head knows that this is all for the best and that I will more than likely never speak to any of them again. My head has accepted it. I am trying so hard to get my heart to also accept it.
I have also read quite a few articles about how serious childhood trauma - including emotional abuse can be as difficult and paralyzing as PTSD - that it is VERY similar. There have been times something has triggered a flash back - it happened to me once during jury duty with a man who beat his wife. That man had the same look in his eyes as my brother did when he was beating me. I broke down sobbing and had to be escorted out of the court room. In an instant I was taken back to that horrible moment.
So ya see - cutting ties with my siblings has been an extremely hard,yet I believe life sustaining choice for me.
I wish with everything I have that things could be different. I wish I had extended family to share with my daughters. How I miss having family holidays. I can not have one without the other though and I simple CAN NOT have any more of the bad. It was destroying me. Out of love for myself and my own family I had to say enough.
Don't think for a second it is easy. Don't think for a second it is not painful every single day. When I see family gatherings I get a lump in the back of my throat. When I hear or see posts about - hey I went shopping with my sister or I have the best brother/sister - I cry.
I want that so bad - but I could not, I can not and I will not allow them to rip me to shreds anymore just so I can pretend I have a loving and supportive family.
Disney World Dreamer - YOU are EXTREMELY lucky... I envy you.