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I would absolutely love to hear what you all think about this!
My parents tied the knot when they were just kids, which was pretty much the standard way to do things back in the States about seventy years ago! They ended up having three children—an oldest son, a middle daughter, and then me, the baby of the family. Looking back, since I’ve been around, that marriage was nothing short of a living nightmare. My mother was just completely, utterly miserable, and she took it out on my father every single day; we're talking a relentless, 24/7 cycle of torment. She would tear him down with constant verbal abuse and insults from every possible angle, and she even went as far as trying to brainwash us kids into hating him, constantly telling us he was absolutely worthless.
My oldest son and middle daughter were actually really cooperative about following those rules, but my youngest little girl? Well, she decided to march to the beat of her own drum instead!
My mother basically chose to embrace my two siblings because they played along with her vision, while she constantly pushed me away and punished me just because I stayed loyal to my dad and kept that close bond with him!
My dad was such a gentle soul and an incredibly hard worker who seemed to be grinding away twenty-four seven, always building something new! He was the kind of man who would stand up against any kind of bullying, though I have to admit he’d let things slide here and there over the decades, maybe after having one too many drinks at the local pub. He spent so much time just swallowing his pride and taking things on the chin, but every once in a while, he’d lose his cool and smash a chair just to let all that built-up frustration out.
My mom had such a unique way of raising us; she really handled every single one of her kids differently, almost like she was running a masterclass in divide and conquer to make sure she stayed firmly in control!
My older brother and sister never once brought up the whole situation with our father to Mom; they just spent decades watching everything unfold right in front of them, quietly pretending they didn't see a thing!
My youngest daughter decided she’d had enough of her mother's strict rules and actually ran away from that chaotic lifestyle when she was only sixteen!
My brother and sister both started their own families, but they've basically been leaning on Mom and Dad for everything under the sun!
I actually moved away to start over, and let me tell you, the road to becoming truly independent and building my own family and finding a place to call home was such an intense journey! I had to navigate some really tough seasons without any outside help, but honestly, standing on my own two feet today makes every single struggle worth it.
My dad and I have always managed to stay incredibly close, no matter what life throws our way!
As the years drift by, it’s heartbreaking to see how Mom and Dad have mostly ended up on their own, especially since she seems to seize every single opportunity just to hurt him. He usually doesn't say a word, just quietly retreating into his work to find some peace.
It’s just one of those heavy, heartbreaking things where you realize that sometimes, when the weight of everything becomes too much to carry, a father simply can't hold on any longer and takes his own life.
My mom briefly played along with the whole "I didn't see anything" act, but my brother and sister just kept their mouths shut like they always do, acting like nothing was even happening! I am honestly losing my mind from the sheer pain of it all—the injustice, the silence, and the way everyone is just burying the truth... it’s just overwhelming.
They’re all just huddling up together in one big group and completely blowing me off!
It’s been years since my father passed away, and I honestly thought this would be the season where Mom could finally just sit back, breathe, and enjoy some well-deserved peace and quiet. Instead, she’s still right in the thick of it, constantly battling with the old crew—you know, her own kids!
She just can't seem to find any peace within herself, you know? I was chatting with a friend about this the other day, and it really struck me how some people just struggle to be at rest with their own thoughts.
It’s honestly so wild to see how some siblings act—they’ll put on this big show of being super close for a few minutes, but you can just tell there isn't any real substance behind it! Growing up in my house, Mom never really pushed that "we have to be best friends" vibe; she didn't raise us to force that kind of closeness or constant affection if it wasn't naturally there.
Honestly, even as adults, we’re all out here just trying our best to move past it, but man, it's such an uphill battle because the progress isn't linear at all—we’re constantly riding these massive emotional waves!
In the meantime, my mom has definitely aged, though she’s still just as wild as ever! My brother and sister have finally started standing up to her old-school controlling ways, which is such a relief because they’re really starting to see through her games now that they've finally found their footing.
They just don't have the heart to stand their ground because they feel so indebted to everything that person has done for them over the years, but they’re still trying to create some distance—even if they aren't quite ready to have that big, heavy conversation about it yet!
It’s been about fifteen years since my father passed away, and out of nowhere, my brother just handed me this farewell letter he wrote. It was such an emotional moment because, in it, he’s actually pleading for forgiveness for what he did, explaining that he simply reached his breaking point and couldn't handle her constant harassment anymore.
So, my brother basically kept this letter a total secret for fifteen years, but after getting caught up in some major drama with our mom, he finally decided to open up and show it to me!
There isn’t a single way to make sure that letter actually finds its way into her mother's hands!
I was just chatting with my mom earlier and I let her know that Dad actually left behind a letter where he tried to lay out his side of the story, which honestly feels pretty ironic because everyone already knew the truth regardless of what he wrote!
He could have easily lashed out at her and ended up behind bars, but instead, he chose to take all that frustration out on himself.
Honestly, he really could have walked away from her if he wanted to, but let’s be real—he practically had nowhere else to go since he built his entire life right there where they lived together! It’s just wild how she always insisted that everything belonged to her, even though she wasn't exactly contributing a single dime to the household income.
Honestly, I really think she’s just playing the classic manipulation game with us!
He was honestly just standing there on the sidewalk, completely lost and having absolutely no clue how to turn things around!
When I told my mom that Dad made it crystal clear exactly why he took her life away from her, she just burst out laughing! She looked me right in the eye and said he really should have pulled the trigger on that thirty years ago.
I’ve been sitting here wondering how to navigate this, but I really wanted to ask: what's the best way to move forward when you're trying to maintain any kind of relationship at all with a sibling or a parent?
It’s just heartbreaking when my brother and sister continue to sweep everything under the rug while Mom sits there smiling sweetly at a man who spent his whole life struggling through such hard times.
Well, I suppose in a way it was his choice since he never really fought back; he just didn't have the heart to walk away from everything he built or to get dragged into messy legal battles over the estate...
I know it all too well.
But he’s gone now, and she’s honestly lost her mind, just mocking and laughing at her own failures...
My brother and sister want to complain about how she treats them, but they won't say a single word about our father, who gave them both so much emotional support and a significant portion of his legacy.
The bottom line: we've got a sadistic mother, a brother and sister who act like helpless infants, and me, absolutely fuming at the way everyone is behaving.
It’s almost like our dad was just some stray dog in the neighborhood that nobody felt responsible for.
He provided so much for everyone; personally, I didn't get much in terms of money, but I never asked for it and never gave it a second thought.
Before he passed, he actually told me he regretted leaving me with the least when I was the one who truly needed him most.
I just told him it didn't matter, because what really matters is that we loved and respected each other, and I truly believe we did.
I can't help but wonder if an investigation were ever launched based on his letters—what would my brother and sister actually say if they were forced to face the truth and take responsibility? I wonder if they'd finally be forced to confront their own consciences, or if their own selfish interests would still be the only thing they care about...
Both my parents knew she was the dominant force in the family, though in the worst possible way.
They knew she would never, ever back down.
We all saw it coming.
Dad even built the house on her land.
Even now, she refuses to relent, yet the three of us can't seem to get on the same page to point out the absolute chaos she’s caused in our lives and continues to impose on us.
On the outside, we play it cool like everything is fine, but on the inside, we are a complete wreck.
I even find myself wishing she would pass away, just hoping for some kind of peace once she's gone.
Though, given how dysfunctional our sibling relationships are and how much we lack true closeness, love, and respect, I suspect these broken ties will just drag on forever.
There is just way too much resentment between us, too much history to move past.
That was a lot... sorry... I couldn't keep it short!
My parents tied the knot when they were just kids, which was pretty much the standard way to do things back in the States about seventy years ago! They ended up having three children—an oldest son, a middle daughter, and then me, the baby of the family. Looking back, since I’ve been around, that marriage was nothing short of a living nightmare. My mother was just completely, utterly miserable, and she took it out on my father every single day; we're talking a relentless, 24/7 cycle of torment. She would tear him down with constant verbal abuse and insults from every possible angle, and she even went as far as trying to brainwash us kids into hating him, constantly telling us he was absolutely worthless.
My oldest son and middle daughter were actually really cooperative about following those rules, but my youngest little girl? Well, she decided to march to the beat of her own drum instead!
My mother basically chose to embrace my two siblings because they played along with her vision, while she constantly pushed me away and punished me just because I stayed loyal to my dad and kept that close bond with him!
My dad was such a gentle soul and an incredibly hard worker who seemed to be grinding away twenty-four seven, always building something new! He was the kind of man who would stand up against any kind of bullying, though I have to admit he’d let things slide here and there over the decades, maybe after having one too many drinks at the local pub. He spent so much time just swallowing his pride and taking things on the chin, but every once in a while, he’d lose his cool and smash a chair just to let all that built-up frustration out.
My mom had such a unique way of raising us; she really handled every single one of her kids differently, almost like she was running a masterclass in divide and conquer to make sure she stayed firmly in control!
My older brother and sister never once brought up the whole situation with our father to Mom; they just spent decades watching everything unfold right in front of them, quietly pretending they didn't see a thing!
My youngest daughter decided she’d had enough of her mother's strict rules and actually ran away from that chaotic lifestyle when she was only sixteen!
My brother and sister both started their own families, but they've basically been leaning on Mom and Dad for everything under the sun!
I actually moved away to start over, and let me tell you, the road to becoming truly independent and building my own family and finding a place to call home was such an intense journey! I had to navigate some really tough seasons without any outside help, but honestly, standing on my own two feet today makes every single struggle worth it.
My dad and I have always managed to stay incredibly close, no matter what life throws our way!
As the years drift by, it’s heartbreaking to see how Mom and Dad have mostly ended up on their own, especially since she seems to seize every single opportunity just to hurt him. He usually doesn't say a word, just quietly retreating into his work to find some peace.
It’s just one of those heavy, heartbreaking things where you realize that sometimes, when the weight of everything becomes too much to carry, a father simply can't hold on any longer and takes his own life.
My mom briefly played along with the whole "I didn't see anything" act, but my brother and sister just kept their mouths shut like they always do, acting like nothing was even happening! I am honestly losing my mind from the sheer pain of it all—the injustice, the silence, and the way everyone is just burying the truth... it’s just overwhelming.
They’re all just huddling up together in one big group and completely blowing me off!
It’s been years since my father passed away, and I honestly thought this would be the season where Mom could finally just sit back, breathe, and enjoy some well-deserved peace and quiet. Instead, she’s still right in the thick of it, constantly battling with the old crew—you know, her own kids!
She just can't seem to find any peace within herself, you know? I was chatting with a friend about this the other day, and it really struck me how some people just struggle to be at rest with their own thoughts.
It’s honestly so wild to see how some siblings act—they’ll put on this big show of being super close for a few minutes, but you can just tell there isn't any real substance behind it! Growing up in my house, Mom never really pushed that "we have to be best friends" vibe; she didn't raise us to force that kind of closeness or constant affection if it wasn't naturally there.
Honestly, even as adults, we’re all out here just trying our best to move past it, but man, it's such an uphill battle because the progress isn't linear at all—we’re constantly riding these massive emotional waves!
In the meantime, my mom has definitely aged, though she’s still just as wild as ever! My brother and sister have finally started standing up to her old-school controlling ways, which is such a relief because they’re really starting to see through her games now that they've finally found their footing.
They just don't have the heart to stand their ground because they feel so indebted to everything that person has done for them over the years, but they’re still trying to create some distance—even if they aren't quite ready to have that big, heavy conversation about it yet!
It’s been about fifteen years since my father passed away, and out of nowhere, my brother just handed me this farewell letter he wrote. It was such an emotional moment because, in it, he’s actually pleading for forgiveness for what he did, explaining that he simply reached his breaking point and couldn't handle her constant harassment anymore.
So, my brother basically kept this letter a total secret for fifteen years, but after getting caught up in some major drama with our mom, he finally decided to open up and show it to me!
There isn’t a single way to make sure that letter actually finds its way into her mother's hands!
I was just chatting with my mom earlier and I let her know that Dad actually left behind a letter where he tried to lay out his side of the story, which honestly feels pretty ironic because everyone already knew the truth regardless of what he wrote!
He could have easily lashed out at her and ended up behind bars, but instead, he chose to take all that frustration out on himself.
Honestly, he really could have walked away from her if he wanted to, but let’s be real—he practically had nowhere else to go since he built his entire life right there where they lived together! It’s just wild how she always insisted that everything belonged to her, even though she wasn't exactly contributing a single dime to the household income.
Honestly, I really think she’s just playing the classic manipulation game with us!
He was honestly just standing there on the sidewalk, completely lost and having absolutely no clue how to turn things around!
When I told my mom that Dad made it crystal clear exactly why he took her life away from her, she just burst out laughing! She looked me right in the eye and said he really should have pulled the trigger on that thirty years ago.
I’ve been sitting here wondering how to navigate this, but I really wanted to ask: what's the best way to move forward when you're trying to maintain any kind of relationship at all with a sibling or a parent?
It’s just heartbreaking when my brother and sister continue to sweep everything under the rug while Mom sits there smiling sweetly at a man who spent his whole life struggling through such hard times.
Well, I suppose in a way it was his choice since he never really fought back; he just didn't have the heart to walk away from everything he built or to get dragged into messy legal battles over the estate...
I know it all too well.
But he’s gone now, and she’s honestly lost her mind, just mocking and laughing at her own failures...
My brother and sister want to complain about how she treats them, but they won't say a single word about our father, who gave them both so much emotional support and a significant portion of his legacy.
The bottom line: we've got a sadistic mother, a brother and sister who act like helpless infants, and me, absolutely fuming at the way everyone is behaving.
It’s almost like our dad was just some stray dog in the neighborhood that nobody felt responsible for.
He provided so much for everyone; personally, I didn't get much in terms of money, but I never asked for it and never gave it a second thought.
Before he passed, he actually told me he regretted leaving me with the least when I was the one who truly needed him most.
I just told him it didn't matter, because what really matters is that we loved and respected each other, and I truly believe we did.
I can't help but wonder if an investigation were ever launched based on his letters—what would my brother and sister actually say if they were forced to face the truth and take responsibility? I wonder if they'd finally be forced to confront their own consciences, or if their own selfish interests would still be the only thing they care about...
Both my parents knew she was the dominant force in the family, though in the worst possible way.
They knew she would never, ever back down.
We all saw it coming.
Dad even built the house on her land.
Even now, she refuses to relent, yet the three of us can't seem to get on the same page to point out the absolute chaos she’s caused in our lives and continues to impose on us.
On the outside, we play it cool like everything is fine, but on the inside, we are a complete wreck.
I even find myself wishing she would pass away, just hoping for some kind of peace once she's gone.
Though, given how dysfunctional our sibling relationships are and how much we lack true closeness, love, and respect, I suspect these broken ties will just drag on forever.
There is just way too much resentment between us, too much history to move past.
That was a lot... sorry... I couldn't keep it short!