My mum bumped into a childhood friend of my dsis and mine in a supermarket. Gave her my number.
Went to see her, where she literally regurgitated all of the terrible tales of woe that i'd been through (which had all been completely ignored, and worse by my family)
I brought her up to speed, but yet when she called me again, asked if iwas talking to my dsis again, I said no, and she said 'shame..'
In my head I screamed 'did you not hear a word I said?' and 'if you think it's such a shame, call my dsis and ask her why she was such a complete and utter bitch to me at the very point I was beginning to recover, just because having stabbed me in the back without me knowing wasn't good enough?'
But I said nothing. I vowed not to see this 'friend' again. She's no loss, and if she wasn't listening the first time, then her loss. She's backed the wrong horse.
Sadly having a shit family is a very isolating situation.
I was asked for emergency contacts the other day at work. I couldn't think of anyone, so I gave my childminders as they are the only ones who'd need to know if anything happened to me, as they'd have ds to collect from school etc.
Do I regret cutting them all from my life? No. Not at all. I don't ever have to question why they did what they did, i'll never know, but it doesn't matter. Only I matter.
Come on over to Stately Homes if you want a 'home' here. We're all in pretty much the same boat.