So, I got a letter from my oldest brother a couple weeks ago.
In it, he offered to resume our relationship more or less on the previous basis.
I wrote a reply in which, once again, I tried to explain that if NOTHING HAS CHANGED, why would I do that?
And today I had kind of a brainwave. And with it, maybe, just maybe, I can explain, in a way that just might get through, the situation as it stands for me, now, 2025, a full THIRTEEN YEARS after I told them what the problems were, and everyone refused to listen, or do anything about it, or even admit that there were problems — other than the obvious one, ME.
It was pretty clear from the letter that my brother is starting to worry that he just might feel a little guilty about all this after I die. AS HE SHOULD.
Okay, here goes nothing. I’ve tried to write kind of an elevator pitch for each person:
When I say, “We have a problem in this family” — what I mean by that is, there are systemic issues going back 50+ years, involving our mother’s mental illness, impacting every single one of us six siblings, that although having more than adequate information & resources to do so, no one else will talk about or even admit, much less work on, neither directly with each other, nor in therapy.
While they affect us all, these issues negatively impact me more than anyone else. And by “we” I mean that ALL SIX OF US are involved in the problem, and therefore ALL SIX OF US need to agree to work on solutions.
When Bob says, “We have a problem in this family” — what I believe he means by that is, “The problem in this family is that the FIVE OF US think things are fine and the problem is YOU, and if you would just go back to the way things were and we don’t have to change anything or take any action, well, we could probably find it in our good Catholic hearts to forgive you for your disruptive behavior.”
(This is known as the “identified patient” bias.)
When Bets says “We have a problem in this family” — well, she’s apparently said out loud that “I ruined her senior year of high school” and for her, MY VERY EXISTENCE IS THE PROBLEM. Needless to say, this is fucked up in a whole lot of ways, but the most basic is that she simply prefers not to have me as a sister.
I mean think about that. Really think about that for a minute. She wants me not to be part of the family, and her reason for that is something I had absolutely no agency in.
In fact, I have no agency about it EVEN NOW. What am I supposed to do, apologize to her for having been born?
When Joe & Susan say “We have a problem in this family” — their version is probably something like, when our father died, I grievously wronged Susan when I asked her to leave the room that night for her inappropriate laughing, and again when I brought up her refusal to do so the next day, and I’ve never apologized for having thus made it necessary for them to yell and spit in my face. Also that I won’t just “let it go” but instead made sure everyone at least knew about it. (Which I only did after I made that disastrous attempt to work it out with them.)
When Henry says “We have a problem in this family” — my best guess is that his definition is kind of an amalgam of the above. He dislikes my existence because with me not there, he gets to be the baby of the family, with all the attention that gets him from the older siblings. He hates that I go “digging up the past” because of course that threatens the status quo, which again he likes because of his special position. Again, the five of them are fine; it’s me that is the problem.
I don’t honestly have enough knowledge of my brother Charley to know where he stands on any of this.
Now. Let’s talk about what COULD have happened, over a decade ago.
1) Someone could have told Joe & Susan that they were WAY WAY OUT OF LINE, that Susan’s thoughtless and egregious behavior, plus her refusal to take responsibility for it, had created a huge family rift; that they both needed to apologize to me sincerely and publicly, for what she did the night Dad died, and for what they both did the next day; and never act like that towards me, or any other sibling, ever again. AND MEAN IT.
2) Someone could have talked to Bets about her cold behavior towards me at the reunions — which I have to figure if my husband could notice it, others could too.
She once emailed me a laundry list of 9 or 10 items, I think, explaining why it was impossible for us to have any kind of relationship. Things like the age difference between us, our different views of our parents, of politics, of religion. (One of them was downright hilarious — she insisted that as a child, I would not have understood that Dad was “brainwashing me”. Um. Exactly the same argument goes for her and Mom, but she truly can’t see that side of her own argument. And she’s supposed to be MENSA smart.)
Maybe they could have suggested that for the next reunion, Bets could come up with a plan for some activity that she & I could do together, go out for lunch or something. Or maybe they could have suggested that Bets could call me, on the same frequency that she probably called other siblings, and we could start to build a better relationship that way. The point is, there are lots of constructive ways to build a relationship — if you want to. SHE DOES NOT WANT TO.
3) Someone could have talked to Henry about the lecture he felt entitled to give me at the last reunion I went to, and the disrespectful conversation we had later that same weekend about sexual harassment in the workplace, where he said the whole idea was stupid and I countered with examples that I personally had experienced, which made him mad and he started telling me not to say what I was saying… Seriously, that happened.
And to be fair, Bob & Joe tried to do something about that one — but it wasn’t to make him apologize to me for it. It was, once again, to try to get me to “be reasonable” and “let it go”.
At one point Joe was trying to explain to me that a person ought to “get one chance” to hit on someone at work, because what if she was really hot like the sales rep Francesca? ** And I was too flabbergasted at the time but I dearly wish I’d had the wits to ask him, “So it would be okay if the guy in the next cube said you had a hot ass and he’d like you to suck his dick?”
But the one person who could have done all those things would have had to have a very different mindset.
Instead of
The five of us are fine, it’s you who is the problem
It should have been
There are big problems in this family with the way everyone treats Tess like a second class citizen, and if Tess has a problem in this family, then WE ALL HAVE A PROBLEM AND WE NEED TO FIX IT.
Otherwise, we’re not a family.
It should be clear that the very fact that this line of thinking apparently did not ever occur to my brother Bob means that indeed, he too treats me as a second class citizen.
But even if he had thought this way, what would have happened had he done any of those things?
1) If he had held Joe & Susan’s feet to the fire, Susan would have thrown an almighty fit, refused to apologize, and would have insisted that Joe back her up. She would probably have refused for either of them to come to a reunion as long as that expectation was being upheld. And we can’t possibly let JOE go out of the family, now can we? Not when keeping Tess in the family is the reason. Keeping Joe, and even keeping Susan (not an actual sibling) is more important than losing Tess and Don.
2) If he had tried to talk to Bets about constructive ways to improve our relationship, I am pretty sure she too would have thrown an almighty fit, and then simply refused to discuss it. She might have gone so far as to threaten to not host the reunions any more.
She PREFERS to hate me. She LIKES IT THIS WAY. That’s clear from the fact that she’s never once tried ANYTHING constructive to improve the relationship, in the past decade plus.
I say “constructive” because, for example, there was one occasion where she sent me copies of some letters written by Mom to her when she was in college — and I reacted badly, because my experience of communicating with our mother when I was in college was that my OWN MOTHER refused to speak to me for a year and a half over something I said that she didn’t like (she complained about my “tone”).
And my sister apparently shared my response to the rest of the family, without my knowledge or consent, and made herself out to be the wronged party because she was “just trying to show me a side of Mom that I probably never knew” — i.e., she was trying to show me how wrong I was about her — and sighed, “but I guess no good deed goes unpunished.”
Poor Bets.
Did you know that when someone wants to manipulate you, one of the first things they do is get you to feel sorry for them? Our mother was a pro at being the martyr, and I suspect that means my sister is too, because she’s so enmeshed with Mom (I won’t say “brainwashed”) that she’s basically a carbon copy.
(But in a way, she’s right. I never knew our mother when she was mentally healthy.
Of course, I’m not sure any of them ever did, either.)
But this negative attitude of hers towards me is what trickles down to everyone else’s view of me, so it most certainly IS everyone else’s business what she has done, or refuses to do, with our relationship.
At the very least, what could have happened is some kind of agreement brokered between her and me about what our relationship would be like, perhaps polite but distant, or whatever — not her unilateral decision, based on nothing I ever did.
3) If he had tried to tell Henry that he was out of line to lecture me, that it was my right to try to understand our family history if I thought it would help me, and that maybe he should have tried to understand my experiences of sexual harassment over a dozen years of engineering?
Henry might not have thrown a fit, but he would have cracked some jokes about sexual harassment, and made Bob laugh, as the baby of the family does, and then Bob would have been unable to hold him accountable for any of it.
What Henry did instead — when I finally had had enough and left the industry which incidentally was quite a painful decision to throw that hard-earned degree in the trash, but the alternative of staying was WORSE — was to double down and tell me that “you gave up too easily” and “our father would be disappointed in you”.
Obviously, none of THAT happened when it should have happened.
And Bob is smart enough to make the same predictions I did about how any of it would have turned out.
BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN HE WAS OFF THE HOOK TO TRY.
Doing the right thing, taking the side of your LITTLE SISTER when you know she’s right, and the alternative is losing her from the family completely — it’s not something you just blow off and make excuses for not doing, because you don’t think it’s going to work.
At least, not if you have any integrity.
And no one in this so-called family EVER TOOK MY SIDE, on ANY OF IT.
And you know what? It’s too late to do it now.
There was a time when people could possibly have changed, if the right actions had been taken.
But it’s way past that time, and it’s too late to be worried about what you should have done then, and try to make up for it now, ONLY BECAUSE I’M DYING OF CANCER.
What that is, is SELFISH.
They all should have felt guilty for over a decade — the minute I said “there’s a problem, and it’s not me”, and they refused to do anything about it.
And to be completely honest, I hope they all feel guilty for the rest of their longer-than-mine-by-a-long-shot lives. *
* I’m going to guess that anyone reading this far will now seize upon this single sentence and say, “well this here shows that she’s really not a good, forgiving, Catholic person” WHICH IS BLAMESHIFTING SO FUCK YOU
** this woman ended up marrying Mike Judge, the creator of Beavis and Butt-head and King of the Hill — so like my brother would have had a chance in hell, BUT HEY GOOD NEWS JOE THEY ARE DIVORCED NOW