About seven years ago, two of my brothers emigrated. About a year after that, my sister became upset at a brother because he's wasn't contacting home much. She read too much into it and picked it up wrong as him not wanting anything to do with the family. I tried to ease things for her and say we don't that. Maybe he's busy with work. Maybe he's working hard, long hours. She became irritated at my response as if I should be on board with her views. My sister sent my brother some bad messages and they fell out. A year he had a baby with his partner and my sister never wanted anything to do with that. She was completely unable to see her own part in their falling out, slapping 100% of the blame on him.
She used to say to me, he probably only had the kid to stay in the country. He only asked me to be Godmother to annoy her.
That was the start of our downfall and falling out. She was so negative and I gave out to her. After that, I tried to apologise but she ignored me and stuck her nose in the air.
In the months that followed, she was passive agressive and hostile towards me and dished out the silent treatment. She then began to text me abusive messages which I didn't respond to. According to her I was dead to her.
There's been years of hell from my sister. She fell out with our mother. She read far too much into a completely innocent situation and created so much drama about it. She fell out with another brother.
There's as been years of abuse from her. She keeps away from the family home and doesn't visit. The abuse if from a distance. A lot of bad messages, private calls, and a lot of abuse.
She reported a brother to the immigration authorities. She accused another brother of something else completely despicable. She's done so much bad on us, it's unreal.
She has shut herself off from the family while at the same time trying to punish us all for her hurt feelings. She's not able to cope with her choice of cutting us out. Not one of us set out to hurt her or her feelings.
The whole entire thing is a mess but it is what it is. We realize that we can't fix her. There's something deeper going on with her and none of us are responsible for it.
I spent the evening clearing the remainder of her belongings up from the bedroom we used to share. It was just so final and it hit me.