Just that really. I was brought up (I use that term loosely) by an alcoholic mother on a sink estate in SE London and left home at 15 (I’m early 50s now). I have a sister and she has children. I (happily) have none. The thing is that I am so ashamed of them. My mum has got her act together and no longer drinks, but my sister is now an alcoholic. I’ve done well for myself, worked hard and educated myself. I’m financially comfortable, though in their eyes I’m minted and so am endlessly bailing them out, especially my sister. I find it so depressing, they actually twist my soul. They have no interest in anything, it’s all Judge Judy and Real Housewives. It’s not that I dislike them as such, but they’re loud and brash and fink nuffink of ff-ing and blinding in a restaurant or wherever, which they do regularly and then sit there shouting “SORRY! I shouldn’t swear!” It mortifies me. I don’t even feel guilty for it, but I don’t know how to handle it. Am I alone in feeling this way about family?