This blog was spot on about my sister and how she has pitted her older siblings against each other, or atleast TRIED to. She has been very successful for years making our Golden Boy brother attack me whenever she played her pity card. She is a tough girl and she knows I am very sensitive, so she knows that our brothers aggressions against me is one major reason I have been detaching more and more from the family these last ten years. Still she pretends I do that cause "I don't care about family and am selfish" when she complains about it to our relatives.
Our Golden Boy brother had already back in the late 80's done some pretty rude things towards me, like stealing a kitty, ignoring my demands to atleast sign the contract for said kitty, having a fit in the middle of my wedding party due to his new girlfriend, who refused to come to my wedding, didn't approve of one of my guests. He didn't really seem to care about this guest, until his girlfriend minded. A girlfriend who first rudely refused to come to my wedding and then later the same summer stole a kitty from me, as it was actually this girlfriend who stole it. That event was very painful to me and I missed the kitty a long time, and my brother did know how hard I took loosing a kitty as he was there in the early 70's when I cried a whole day when our two kitties were murdered by their new owner. So yes indeed, he knew he was harming me by refusing me to ever never see the kitty again. It was awful by him and he knew it.
So when our sister pitted this brother at me many years later, after I had hoped all this pain and treachery was left in the past, she brought up my old feelings and I was most upset he could risk his new relationship so carelessly once again. He'd risked it on several occasions by lying and slandering me, blaming me for his own ideas and doings, which made me feel him lacking a back bone and honor. But hope is hard to totally give up, so still ten years ago I hoped our relationship had some vague meaning to this brother.
As things slowly evolved through the years and excalating last year my eyes have permenantly been opened. He was too glad to attack me and insult me again and again and believing whatever shit she made up. Nowhere do I hear him defend me or even care about the logical reasoning, but blindly and willingly imagine the most erraneous and hiddeous things about me. If she said I did this, he believed with no backing. If I said I had not, and our other brother said I was telling the truth and that he knew this for a fact, he was told he was deluded and stupid for falling for my insanity by this Golden Boy. No facts whatsoever needed for him to both devaluate what I said and our brother.
This is so typical these dysfunctionals. They just don't function quite right. And they are easily used by a skillfulled covert narcissist, who hides behind the saint image. Our sister is so like this description below it's insane. It's written by Linda Martinez-Lewi and to read the comments you need to click the link above: