I will try to keep this short but it’s very difficult!
My sibling is an aggressive, hostile messed up individual. He barely went to school, dropped out of college after a few weeks, didn’t get a job (part time) until he was in his mid twenties and has left a trail of destruction with most people he’s met - including me. He has a massive ego, his behaviour is hard to believe. I’ve been really happy in my life and worked hard to have what I have - I have a husband, lovely friends, career etc. I’ve never heard my parents tell him off in my entire life or disagree with him or give any constructive feedback. He truly believes he’s better than everyone. Anyway as we got older his negativity and comments started to irk me so I spoke out and we didn’t speak since. My parents enabled this and have actually seen him being horrible to me when I’ve been friendly and they’ve still not intervened, to the point I’ve stayed away at Christmas for years and they never even invited me or my husband. About 6 months ago my grandmother died and I had to see him at the funeral. I put my arms around him and hugged him and then I set up a WhatsApp group for the whole family with a lovely message about forgiveness etc. He never wrote in the group and he never contacted me. I was so shocked how angry and bitter he looked at the funeral, he is a very unhappy individual.
Anyway, I deleted the WhatsApp group after two months and carried on enjoying my life. I found out I was pregnant (after a lot of health problems) and so at 10.5 weeks I told my parents on a video call. I begged them not to tell anyone at all until I was past 12 weeks in case something happened. They promised they wouldn’t tell anyone. The very next day I suffered a horrendous miscarriage where I was in A&E and had surgery. I told them what happened and asked them to come and see me. This was a few weeks before Christmas.
When they saw me they said ‘we were going to invite you and your husband for Christmas this year but then all this happened’. I thought it was such an odd thing to say as it had become normal to them that I never go home for Christmas and they never even ask me what I’m doing for Christmas. Also I don’t understand how me having a miscarriage a month before Christmas changes that? Anyway I decided to approach them about this comment when they had returned home as I had been thinking about it and my dad got super defensive and started posting all his problems and my mum said ‘well I’m the worst mother in the world aren’t I ‘. Neither of them actually explained what they meant.
Then my mother casually texts me to tell me that she’s been so upset about my miscarriage that she had to tell my brother about it. I rang her immediately crying (bearing in mind I was less than two weeks into my recovery at this point) and I asked her why she did this and she said she had to tell him, then I screamed at her that it wasn’t her information to tell and what about my husband as it’s his private information to, and she replied with ‘well that’s that then’.
No apology. No remorse. I’m in utter disbelief she told him after I specifically asked her not to. They promised they wouldn’t tell anyone about my pregnancy, to me that doesn’t change because I had a miscarriage and it’s not her decision who should know. For me it feels like a complete disregard for my feelings and my husbands. She didn’t need to tell him - we all live hundreds of miles apart and she has seen me give olive branches in the past and seen how he has responded. She then texts me excitedly to say ‘he wants to reconcile and not just because of what’s happened to you’. As if I would want to talk to him when I’m recovering from a miscarriage? I’ve been so ill and not had a proper conversation with him in about seven years.
I'm absolutely disgusted with her and haven’t spoken to her since. Neither of my parents wished me merry Christmas or happy new year and haven’t even asked how I am in 4 weeks - knowing all of what I’ve gone through. Would love other people’s thoughts on this because I can’t imagine why a mother would treat a daughter like this. My friends and colleagues have been better checking in on me after what’s happened than my own family.