Well, if you've read my previous post, then you know my mother went off on me. She blamed me for everything in her life that's gone bad, right down to dying. Actually, I didn't know I had the power to make someone die of old age. I guess the trick is to get someone to "age". Anyway, she sliced me up emotionally and trashed the pieces. Most of it I weathered quite well but she knew I was maintaining and I think she kept finding accusations to throw at me just to tear me down. The comment about my Dad thinking me horrible was the last straw.
So after giving the entire sleepless night to replaying this over and over in my head, I decided to call my older brother. He often takes my place as family target and we were close as kids. The next day, I called him and he said he was glad to hear from me. I explained why I'd called, which was to ask him to tell "his" mother that the next time she wants to hurt someone, or she gets her feelings hurt, or she doesn't agree with a decision I or my daughter makes, not to call me - I don't want to know.
He told me he doesn't want to get involved, but I know he can't resist jumping into the foray with "I know something you don't know". That's his only way of getting the upper hand with the rest of them - a way to "buy" respect from the other warriors. It's only temporary, tho, and he won't realize it until they turn on him with accusations of "Why didn't you tell her...?" Suddenly, he will become the messenger whom they will need to beat up to release their misplaced anger toward me.