Dysfunctional families turnout varied kinds of dysfunctional people. I commonly refer to myself as an adult-child, one who has failed to learn how to be a true adult. I often fake adulthood the best I can, but at the end of the day my childhood hurts are apparent.
My younger brother though was a true narcissist. When my mother died we knew he would showup on the scene for his own benefit. When dad died he showed up with beer and lobster to ‘celebrate.’ He was never there to deal with the issues of their health needs, but only came to claim.
My dysfunctional radar piqued on this story. Pray for Grandma. It is the right thing to do. She needs our prayers. I know how much my mother's heart hurt over her son, but her heartsick pain didn't/couldn't change him.
We knew a family where the wife’s mother died and they put her on ice for a month so the husband and wife could take a planned vacation to Hawaii.