BIL, when you asked me if I'd had a 'good' 2021, and I looked shocked, and said, no, not really. When you then asked me to 'ok, name ONE thing that was good about 2021', what I should have said - instead of swallowing back the tears and yammering on about a holiday to be polite - was this:
Well, the one good thing was that my beautiful, darling boy didn't die. And that by the time we managed to get him into hospital (after a fight with the GP) we narrowly avoided DKA and time in the HDU, and 'just' had a long stay and two life-changing, incurable disease diagnoses. Yeah, THAT was the good thing. The rest? Well, you clearly don't want to know, seeing as you asked not one single question about your nephew over Christmas, how he was, and how he was coping (not well, if you were at all interested).
Your behaviour has been staggeringly hurtful - he's your fucking nephew and you never even fucking called us after his life was tipped upside down. I thought seeing him at Xmas might bring it home to you what his life is now like but, nope. Poor kid used to adore you. Still, what they say about finding out who your friends (and family) are when shit things happen is true. I'd just never have thought you wouldn't be in it with us - but you're not. Not then, and not fucking now.