Siblings - We get on great at parties but neither particularly like me. I always wanted to be close, like on tv, but we never were. They get on great though I think. For some reason I didn't even speak to my brother properly until I was about 16. He never seemed interested because I was more like my Dad (his stepdad) and my Sister was more like him and my Mum.
My brother is 18yrs older than me yet acts 18yrs younger - is almost 50 and only just now holding down his 2nd ever 'proper' job.
My sister is difficult, she has the worst traits of both our parents but is also lovely sometimes too, so it's a bit hit and miss. She bullied, belittled and generally made my life shit as a kid and worse as teenagers. She made me want to be adopted of for my parents to ship me off to boarding school. She lives 6hrs away now so we get on a lot better.
My Mother can be funny, giving but never really kind though, not to me. Everything is a backhanded compliment. She thinks the sun shines out of my brother's now probably wrinkly backside and he can do no wrong (as she had him at 17yrs old so doted on him her entire life). Until you pay attention you'd think she was perfect. I only realised recently she wasn't and has never said sorry for anything whenever she is wrong and can actually be quite cruel.
My Dad has now basically become a recluse obsessed with his daily schedule and meal planning. Retirement has made his temper worse than it ever was, and even now in my 30's I have blazing rows with him because he is so agressive, dismissive and always has to be right. He was a lovely Dad until I was about 7 when I started to answer back and realised he wasn't so lovely after all.
I still see my parents and my brother several times a week. Now I'm thinking maybe I need to scale that back quite considerably because I dont enjoy it or particularly like them now I come to think of it.
I'm crying now typing this, I really wish I had a close family. But I think we just all hate each other but stay in contact because my Mum would guilt us to death.
When she's gone I doubt we'll bother to see each other beyond the funeral. Though I think my brother is likely to die before her so who knows.