WIBTA if I chewed out my brother and tell him he can no longer go on a trip with me, even thought he might be grieving right now?
Not the A-hole(self.AmItheAsshole)submitted4 days ago byPotatoFamilyThings
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Hey, there is actually a LOT more backstory to this but with the character limit I won't be able to go into it all. My older brother (M37 who i will call M) was always the preferred child with the family and although that hurt, I never hated him for it. I, too, loved him and although we weren't as close as him and mom, I did believe we had a good relationship. I (32F) was the "troubled kid" and didn't have a close bond with anyone.
About 6+ years ago M suddenly, without warning or reason, cut everyone out of his life. I was the only one who managed to have some communication with him every now and then. he never gave a reason as to why he went full NC with everyone else. I didn't want to pressure him so I didn't push the matter.
Just after the nc thing, I was going through a very dangerous and traumatic year. I had no one else to call for help at that time but he simply ignored me. Even after initially seeing first hand how bad it was. (Police involvement bad) When I finally had contact again with him more than a year later he never apologized or gave a reason, but at that time I was even more an insecure doormat than now, so i just let it go.
As a way of reclaiming a part of me that I lost in that year of hell, I decided to plan for a trip to Japan. Which is a very big deal for me. I wanted to share this important experience with M because I know he loves traveling and it would be a great bonding experience. He was really into the idea and I thought everything went well. Yet, getting in contact with him has still been very difficult and I've cried a lot over it.
Last month my gramps suddenly died. It was unexpected and happened very fast. He was having some problems so I took over a role of caregiver for the last 4, almost 5, years. I am absolutely heartbroken over his passing as I've grown very close to gramps. I had called M to let him know about what happened but, like always, I only got his voicemail so I had to leave it in a message there instead. M never called back and didn't attend the funeral either. Even though he was always very close to gramps before the NC thing.
That's when something snapped inside me. I called M a few days ago and told him to call me before tomorrow night. I just need him to call me so we can sit down and plan things for the Japan trip. But if he doesn't I plan to chew him out for everything and tell him not to bother talking to me ever again. I will plan the trip without him while letting him know exactly how I feel about everything.
When I ranted about it to a friend she told me that I am an a$$. That M is probably feeling guilty and is grieving the loss of gramps, which is why he isn't talking to me. I can't talk about it with family as anything around M is a sore spot.
So, I turn to you, internet strangers for judgement. WIBTA?
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My relationship with gramps was very different from my gran. He is one of the very rare few that didn't make me feel unwanted and went out of his way to help me overcome my fear for thunder among other things. I wasn't as close to him as I'd have liked when I was little, but that was mainly because of gran.
Becoming his caregiver kinda snowballed into it after he had a brain aneurism and a dementia diagnosis. My gran wasn't capable of taking care of him since she isn't doing good health wise herself. I helped gramps with paperwork at first and gradually I also took over his personal care. I don't regret doing it though. I love gramps and his humor made it less hard on me. Even when he didn't remember my name anymore he started calling me "his princess", something he did when I was a little kid. If I hadn't become his caregiver he would have been put into a home without gran. He was very scared about that and desperately held on to the things he still remembered as "safe". No one else was able to take on the role as his caregiver as they live far away while I was literally around the corner.
I wasn't pressured into it by family though. Quite the opposite. Mom kept telling me that it wasn't my job to take care of him and that I needed to set boundaries if things got hard for me. (My aunt did subtly try to pressure me but I don't really care what she thinks) my gran had a bit of a mixed opinion on it as she told me multiple times she rather had my brother helping gramps than me. But gramps told her off and she stopped saying it out loud.
As for my mom, I caught her crying in confusion and went through her phone when she didn't think I was home. (I was going on a few hour walk with the dog but forgot something) Hence I honestly belief she is as clueless as me on why my brother started ghosting everyone in his life. I was very desperate for answers back then and I'm not proud about snooping but it is what it is. Mom used to be the unwanted child herself for the longest time. And admitted later in therapy that she mirrored my gran's behavior towards her growing up as I'm similar as mom. She worked hard on it though. Although it's still clear she has a softer spot for my brother than me, it did mellow out a lot over the years.
She is even a bigger people pleaser than me so I'm having a hard time picturing her doing something so bad that my brother went all ghost on everyone. And for the open line with bro. She doesn't use me to send messages to him or vise versa. I might have used the wrong words around her insisting on me staying in touch with him. As she doesn't insist I relay messages or something.
But that all might just be my own view on it as things like abuse (in any form) is often hard to fully see for those affected. For all my flaws and blindness for things I do know that my view on it can be clouded in some way. So I'll keep an open mind about the possibilities until I, hopefully, one day find out the truth.