My sister has always been a fibber. She told me many stories when I was little that scared me half to death. I ended up on tranquilisers when I was 7 !
We got on ok when she left home and had kids and I love my neice like my own.
As we got older and her need for me and my money if truth be known we drifted.
When mum and dad grew older and their monetary assistance declined she also dropped them.
I was closer to them both and looked after them in their old age . I lived quite far away and worked full time so it was difficult. I asked my sister for help a few times but it was a waste of time. She didn't see them for years at a time and never helped them. She had pots of money by then btw.
I can live with my conscience but get so angry when people we both know tell me that my sister says she visited them every week. Took them out for meals. Was worn out when caring for them . When the fact is she did stuff all.
Her memories that she recalls are actually mine !
Ive pulled her up now and again and have set people straight but it continues .