After our mom passed (our father died long before), all I heard as my sister and I went around mom's house was "I'm taking that". No consultation, nothing. Some of the items were things I had given mom. Not that I had bought them for mom in the expectation that they would one day return to me, but they were purchased with thought, meaning and sometimes history (e.g. a silver animal from my trip to S Africa; an expensive purse to go with a special occasion dress). To my sister, they were desirable items of value. To me, they held meaning, not monetary value. I hadn't the will nor the energy to argue and potentially escalate what was already an emotional time. But her thoughtless avarice drove a wedge between us that has never since been bridged.

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Anonymous wrote:Cut me off/out after I didn't "just pump some milk in a bottle" to go to our grandfather's funeral because I was four days postpartum and healing from a c-section.

Apparently "[my] priorities were out of line and [I] needed to put family first."

Um.

NB, as grandfather was dying, he asked me not to travel to his funeral.

WTF? Airlines won't even accept a newborn under 7 days old.

I was still in the hospital four days after my c-section.

I am aghast reading this thread. So much hatred.

Anonymous wrote:One time my sister left me stranded at our homecoming. She was my ride home and I got stood up so I sat in the back of the gym for 3 hours waiting for the dance to be over. When I walked to the car she wouldn't let me in and drove off with all her friends laughing in my face.

My brother asked my husband one morning while at our parents house for a holiday, Why do you let her talk to you that way?, not know the issues we were having nor counseling. Basically my husband went AWOL at the office and dumped everything on me (house, 2 kids, my job, food, taxes, etc and I was pissed)
My husband used that 2 min conversation for his ammo for over a year, See even your brother thinks you're mean.

Anonymous wrote:Cut me off/out after I didn't "just pump some milk in a bottle" to go to our grandfather's funeral because I was four days postpartum and healing from a c-section.

Apparently "[my] priorities were out of line and [I] needed to put family first."

Um.

NB, as grandfather was dying, he asked me not to travel to his funeral.

WTF? Airlines won't even accept a newborn under 7 days old.

Cut me off/out after I didn't "just pump some milk in a bottle" to go to our grandfather's funeral because I was four days postpartum and healing from a c-section.

Apparently "[my] priorities were out of line and [I] needed to put family first."

Um.

NB, as grandfather was dying, he asked me not to travel to his funeral.

Brother abused me when were growing up, and one the worst was when he choked me until I passed out. I've been in therapy for years trying to sort out all the damage it did.

He seems to be pretty normal now, and if we didn't have the baggage of ten years of abuse behind us, I could probably be friendly with him. But I have panic attacks when I see him.

Right after college, my dream job called me for an interview. I wasn't home, and my brother answered the phone and told them they had the wrong number.

He admitted to it 10 years later.

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Anonymous wrote:Told me my special needs child just needed better discipline and that I was a horrible mother; made it clear that we were no longer welcome in their home. Thanks for that.

I had to tell my brother his child was no longer welcome in our home. It broke my heart and I probably waited longer than I should. But this child disrupts every conversation (including interrupting herself when she's telling people something), tries to hurt our sweet dog, hurt our kids numerous times, won't (can't?) follow directions, destroys household items. Part of this is on my brother and his wife for not being on top of her, but DH and I just couldn't stand it any more. Our kids were AFRAID of her. In their own home.

Yes, I had to tell a dear friend this and it was the hardest thing I ever did, but her kids were just maniacs. Not special-needs but out of control in every way. They ripped up my tomatoes, tried to hurt the dog, and threw food around. Didn't listen to a thing anyone said. You can love people and still not need or want to put up with that.=(

OMIGOD they thew food around. They "tried" to hurt the dog? They ripped up your tomatoes? Is this for real? Or are you just too fragile to live? You cut off a sibling BECAUSE OF A BAD AFTERNOON???

this is key...I would not tolerate that a second time