long story but ill try to summarise.
had a very bad childhood involving an abusive step father, social services involvement following hospitalisations, nothing changed and was abused and neglected for 9 years.
when i was 11 my mother had a baby with my stepfather. I doted on him and was his other mummy, but i left home at 15.
my half brother was homeless at 17, and spent the following 10 years on heroin. I had taken him into my home at the age of 18, but being an addict made it very hard - he owed money and did a runner leaving me with his drug debts plus many debts.
following this he didnt contact me for years. he sent me a wedding invite years ago but i didnt respond.
2 years ago he found me online and sent me a message which made me think he had turned his life around.
sadly he hadnt, his wife had also been an addict and they had a very poorly little girl who was very premature. During this time he pressed and pressed for me to have contact with my mother, which i dont want. We have not spoken for 14 years and my life is happier for it. I was shocked and upset when she sent me a msg on facebook. it left me reeling. there was no apology, no responsiblity taken, she said that the past was the past and water under the bridge. To just fill you in, my sf was incredibly cruel, they married when i was 7, and from that day to the day i left (and beyond) he was violent toward me. very violent. he was just an angry little man with someone to take his temper out on.
my half brother then split up with his wife and went even more off the rails. at this point i called it a day. He clearly has major issues which he chooses to believe he has sorted, but he told me that despite giving up heroin he remained addicted to weed and was a alcoholic.
he ranted and rambled about his wife and i deleted him from social networking, following which he told me to "fuck off" so i did and deleted his phone number.
all was quiet for while, then about 9 months later i got another msg from him on facebook, asking for reconciliation, i did not respond and blocked him.
a few weeks ago, i went to a friends garden party, coincidentally, she is friends with a member of my family whom i see very little of. It was nice to catch up and we posted comments on each others fb pics etc.
low and behold, not 2 weeks later she has sent me a msg which my brother sent her, in which he asks for my address.
she hasnt responded and thank god told me. iv e asked her under no circumstances to divulge anything to him, the last thing i want is that shower turning up at my door.
he seems desperate to let me know what he is doing, but ive heard it all before.....he is a car crash - not his fault - but not mine either. He never asks how i am, or about my family, he just seems to want to desperately make me believe that he is all sorted, he is now saying he is getting married again and going to try for another baby (god help us all)
my life is very normal. i really am very certain that i dont want contact (tried it - but it didnt work and im settled and happy with that) i am also in a job which would take a very dim view of me spending too much time with someone with a prolific offending history (he committed crime to fund his habit)
i dont know why, but every time this happens the wind is knocked out of my sails.
i had rewind therapy and a year of counselling last year, i was diagnosed with depression and put on ADs, but now im good and i want to stay that way.
but he just wont go away. i think its very bad form to use someone else as a go between - but he will have no concept of the awkward position he has put this family member in (that i really hardly know!)
i fully intend to continue to ignore ignore and ignore - but when will they stop and leave me alone? i have been very clear that i dont want contact.
just venting really, but i dont want to live looking over my shoulder. i dont want him finding me. i am sick of them taking up precious head space. i have no regrets at all - i tried contact, it just didnt work for me.
how can i put this behind me when they keep trying like this.