It’s easy not to talk to my father. I feel no attachment to him. It’s easy not to talk to my brother. I think he’s a complete asshole. But, I’m starting to think the real problem is my mother and her incessant need for everything to “be okay”. I’m pretty sure if she wouldn’t continually try to orchestrate all of our interactions so that SHE felt comfortable with the way things are, my dad wouldn’t lose any sleep. I know I’ve not, for a single second, grieved the loss of my relationship with my brother and I seriously doubt he’s thought twice about me. But Mom has this idea in her head of how things should be, even though they have NEVER been that way, and she is willing to pretend my father doesn’t treat her like a maid and use money to control her. She is willing to pretend my brother hasn’t been treating me like the scum on the bottom of his shoe for the last five years.