I don't usually post here, but I'm having trouble letting go of my anger toward one of my sisters. I'm one of seven kids, two brothers and four sisters. My oldest sister, Rose, has always had financial problems, starting with the birth of her first kid 25 years ago. I'm 12 years younger and starting from the time she had my niece, she has needed financial help. I adored my sister and the kids and helped when I could, I was still in high school.
Rose is an artist and despite tons of talent, has been unable to make a living at it. Depression and ill health have been a big part of the issue for her. She prides herself on never having "sold out". She thinks the rest of us six kids are sell outs. She attributes our success to luck and any she has to talent.
I have a good job because I am "lucky", my marriage is good because I'm lucky. DH is hard working and a great father because I'm "lucky". None of it is due to choices, talent, or forethought. I'm a dedicated healthcare worker with tons of credentials and education, I make life and death decisions, but to her I make good money because of luck.
One of my other sister's had an art show recently. Rose did was rant to me that other sister's art was "pedestrian and Norman Rockwell like". I may think other sister's art isn't to my taste, I still recognize that she is talented.
All of this would be bearable if Rose didn't constantly complain about how poor she is and that we don't understand. For years, from the time my oldest niece was born until DS was born, 17 years in all, I gave Rose money. I and later DH paid for school clothes and supplies, winter boots and coats, field trips, school pictures, and we took all four of her kids for weekends and overnights. I was a nurse's aid and DH was in school, it was hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars a year. I cut her off when I was pregnant with DS and she asked for the money I had saved for my maternity leave. I didn't give to her.
I stopped enabling her. For several years she got things together, but she's in another downward spiral. She got laid off, didn't look for a job, failed to cut her expenses, didn't save money and ran out of unemployment. She has disability. I just don't care anymore. I know the money I spent to take DS and his friend out to the movies would make huge difference to her and I just don't care. The money I make in an 8 hour shift would take care of her food for two weeks. I feel angry and resentful, I don't want to help her. I gladly give to any other relative, just not her. Basically, I realize I'm being mean and petty, help me find some compassion or empathy. I'm really a decent human being.
Rose is an artist and despite tons of talent, has been unable to make a living at it. Depression and ill health have been a big part of the issue for her. She prides herself on never having "sold out". She thinks the rest of us six kids are sell outs. She attributes our success to luck and any she has to talent.
I have a good job because I am "lucky", my marriage is good because I'm lucky. DH is hard working and a great father because I'm "lucky". None of it is due to choices, talent, or forethought. I'm a dedicated healthcare worker with tons of credentials and education, I make life and death decisions, but to her I make good money because of luck.
One of my other sister's had an art show recently. Rose did was rant to me that other sister's art was "pedestrian and Norman Rockwell like". I may think other sister's art isn't to my taste, I still recognize that she is talented.
All of this would be bearable if Rose didn't constantly complain about how poor she is and that we don't understand. For years, from the time my oldest niece was born until DS was born, 17 years in all, I gave Rose money. I and later DH paid for school clothes and supplies, winter boots and coats, field trips, school pictures, and we took all four of her kids for weekends and overnights. I was a nurse's aid and DH was in school, it was hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars a year. I cut her off when I was pregnant with DS and she asked for the money I had saved for my maternity leave. I didn't give to her.
I stopped enabling her. For several years she got things together, but she's in another downward spiral. She got laid off, didn't look for a job, failed to cut her expenses, didn't save money and ran out of unemployment. She has disability. I just don't care anymore. I know the money I spent to take DS and his friend out to the movies would make huge difference to her and I just don't care. The money I make in an 8 hour shift would take care of her food for two weeks. I feel angry and resentful, I don't want to help her. I gladly give to any other relative, just not her. Basically, I realize I'm being mean and petty, help me find some compassion or empathy. I'm really a decent human being.






, He started seeing her and he got better. He hasn't been back to the casino since. (and he admitted the truth to me that he really lost the money playing slots at the casino).