There was a time when my family was extremely happy and we would do things together. Then we moved to Boise Idaho cause my father's mother got sick. Things just got worse from there.
I lost my mom to blood clots on the lungs. Aunt Carol stepped up to help and mom's side of the family judged as if it were beneath them to recognize there were two sides to my family. My little sister thought bar hopping was all dad and aunt Carol did.
Oh then the help I thought I was getting from dad's side of the family was doing me more harm than good! As long as I jumped when aunt Carol said jump she would be there for me. If she said give me your check book I'm your payee now I did it.
As long as she was my payee if she said your coming to my house for the holidays I went. I planned dad's funeral the way she wanted it planned. She set up rules for me as if I were a child and had no say in my own life.
Mom's side of the family wasn't much better. When mom died they accused dad of killing mom. Less than a month after mom died mom's family accused dad of wanting to have sex with his daughters. Oh if I didn't have money to help out mom's side of the family to hear them tell it Carol was spending my money.
Of course with all the finger pointing and back biting between both sides of the family I just started to walk away. It's not that I don't love my family. I know I have to be strong and live my own life. Today I signed with access behavioral health so they can take over payee services for me. I am an adult and I don't need drama any more.