Family doesn’t always mean forever. Despite being related, some people admit that they just can’t get along with a certain family member because of something they did. Years may go by, but these people unashamedly made the decision to never speak to these relatives. Here’s why:
All stories have been edited for clarity.
Crazy Denial
“My mother was very lonely after my father died. She had a way of alienating people, so she didn’t have any friends in our small town.
My mom decided she had either Parkinson’s, which her mother had, or Alzheimer’s. Her doctor told her she didn’t have either disease, so she went to three different neurologists to get a diagnosis. She had multiple MRIs and even a PET scan, and every doctor told her there she didn’t have either disease.
But, my mother was convinced she was going senile. She found three different neurologists across the state. My mother even argued with her insurance into paying for every visit, and she drove over three hundred miles to see at least one Neurologist. They all told her the same thing. One doctor even said, ‘There’s nothing wrong with you. Physically at least.’
My mother was referred to multiple psychologists and at least one gerontologist, but she refused to see them. After all, she knew what was ‘wrong’ with her.
She just needed someone to properly diagnose her.
I pointed out that someone who is capable of getting insurance to pay for multiple, unneeded tests and specialists visits, and who is able to drive herself over three-hundred miles to see a neurologist probably isn’t going senile and maybe seeing a psychologist wouldn’t be the worst idea, but I’m not a doctor, so what did I know?
My mother decided that I should move back home and take care of her because of her senility. I told her I couldn’t move across the country to take care of her because my husband was sick. Instead, I asked my mother to move to my home. She’d be closer to my brother and his children, and to me, and to other relatives. But she couldn’t, because, you know, senility.
Instead, she suggested I put a pillow over my husband’s face while he slept and just kind of hold it there. Given all his health problems, it would be a blessing, and no one would ever suspect me of doing anything wrong. Then, I could collect life insurance and come take care of her.
So, let’s just let that sit for a moment.
My mother actually suggested I suffocate my husband in order to move back home and take care of her.
I told her I wouldn’t do it, and she called me an ‘ungrateful heifer’. Then she hung up on me, and never took another call from me again.”
No Remorse
“I became physically ill and was hospitalized for almost 2 months and almost died. While I was incapacitated, I asked my older sister to care for my dog. She agreed. I loved and adored this dog. She was only a couple of years old and was the sweetest most precious doggy anyone could ever want.
When my sister came to visit me or we talked on the phone, of course, I would ask how my dog was doing. Each time, she assured me everything was fine.
‘Nothing to worry about,’ as my sister put it.
When I was finally released, I just couldn’t wait to see and hug my dog. My sister drove me home from the hospital and when we got home, I was surprised when my dog didn’t run up to greet me.
When I asked where my dog was, my sister smirked and said,
‘Oh, yeah. I took her to the pound! She went nicely.’
The pound in our county was a kill pound.
My sister has always been very abusive towards me and was obviously enjoying how distraught I was. I’ll never forget her evil giggles and smiles while she watched the pain, despair, and torment overtake me. Had I not been so weak from being so ill, I would have scratched her eyes out right then and there.
The news disturbed me so much, I had to be hospitalized again. The difference was this time, I felt like I didn’t have anything to live for. I spent an additional 2 weeks in the hospital and almost died yet again.
I would not piss on that piece of human excrement if it on fire. She may as well have murdered my child. I ended up moving out of the state because of the C-PTSD my sociopath toxic sister. This was just the zenith of an entire lifetime of abuse from this cold, calloused, unfeeling, flesh-eating maggot and I hope she rots in hell for what she’s done to me.”
Terrible Excuse Of A Brother
“In 2014, my Dad was living the final days of his life. I took care of him in my home with the help of drop-in district nurses.
My older brother asked who was paying for his fuel money when I asked him to get our Dad his much-needed morphine from the local chemist because he didn’t have enough to see him through the night.
In the end, my now ex-husband raced home from work to get it.
A couple of days later, my brother showed up with his 2 very young step-grandchildren saying they wanted to see Grandpa. My dad by this time slept most of the time so when he was woken by my brother, he demanded quite fiercely that he take them out of his bedroom.
My brother proceeded to have what I can only describe as a temper tantrum, shouting & swearing that my Dad was being out of order and refusing to interact with his grandkids. I pleaded with my brother to understand what Dad was going through but he didn’t want to listen.
At Dad’s funeral, I had gone to say my last goodbyes to him the night before his funeral, I tidied his jacket up and straightened his tie. Through my tears, I gave him one last farewell kiss. My Dad was a highly private man so I specified to the funeral director that only family could visit him in the chapel of rest. I only wanted to respect my Dad’s dignity.
Imagine my horror when I overheard a conversation between my brother and his female neighbor at the wake of how she had straightened his tie & kissed him goodbye that morning before my brother had closed the coffin lid.
I left the wake and haven’t spoken to my brother since.
I will never forgive him.”
You Should Know Better
“My mother-in-law and I had a great relationship for eight years. Shortly after my mom passed away, I got pregnant. I was thankful to at least have a MIL I liked and got along with, or so I thought.
As soon as my son was born, my MIL went absolutely crazy. She was narcissistic, and controlling, and began spreading lies about me and my very young son. She went into full war mode and did everything she could to basically take my son.
My MIL ripped my infant son out of my arms at just 2 weeks old. She wouldn’t listen to any of my rules or requests regarding my son. When she stayed over to let me and hubby get some sleep, she asked where I wanted my son to be placed when he fell asleep. I told my MIL to place my son in the bassinet next to me. She instead put him in his crib which was full of stuffed animals, blankets that hadn’t been washed, and other items that were completely unsafe for a newborn to be around.
She knew the dangers of placing my son there because worked at a pediatrician’s office! Two years later, my MIL was still trying to fill my husband’s head with lies and called me a liar when I denied claims in front of her.
At one point she said, ‘I have so much dirt on you. I can make my son leave you in a heartbeat!’
The last straw was after we let her back in our lives briefly, she told my husband his siblings felt the same way she did. He asked his siblings without me present and they confirmed it was all lies.
A woman that would go to that extent to break up a marriage and try to steal a child from its mother and break up this child’s parents is no grandmother to my child. My MIL is and never will be again allowed near my child. I paid her bills for two years working three jobs before all of this and always let her be my husband’s priority because my mom was mine.
But as soon as our son was born, we should have become a priority and she just was not having it. She couldn’t handle him not running to her every becking call. So now she continues to spread lies about me to anyone who will listen and will NEVER get to be a part of her grandson’s life.”
