The last time I was put out, was Christmas eve at my brother’s house. He loved to serve lasagna for the meal. I can’t eat the spicy food, and my dad didn’t like pasta. So that year, I called and told my brother that I would be brining something that I could tolerate. I mentioned that dad (87 yo) didn’t like lasagna. My brother said that my dad could go hungry.
I gave my dad 1/2 of my meal. He didn’t realize what was going on and complimented the hostess for such a delicious meal. This pissed off my brother and his MIL. It got very nasty. (as a survivor, when it gets really bad, I shut down) I do remember leaving, stunned and not trusting myself.
I was put out because I stood up for my dad, I didn’t want him to be hungry. I was not liked by my family because I got sober. This threatened them. I am the only conservative, non-union member. I know that it doesn’t make sense. As my mom died, I held her hand. She said that she didn’t know I was so nice. I thought because you wouldn’t let me be nice. I just told her that I got the nice from her.
Very powerful story. Thanks for sharing. Bless you for sticking up for your father.
I have one brother who is extremely liberal and very belligerent about it. He will resort to screaming obscenities with spit spraying from his mouth just to hear a differing opinion. I have another brother who takes offense easily, and is prone to violence. Thanksgiving and Christmas meals often ended very poorly. We just quit having them.
It seems dysfunctional families are common these days.