So recently things IRL arent too great regarding my family. Ive been trying to come to terms with things but I know some of you have been asking about my recent attitudes and changes ive gone through so I though I'd give you all a little life lesson with a story. The lesson is this: family is a 6 letter word that doesnt mean shit.

Lets go back to the 80's, my father proposes to my mother. Now his mother, my grandmother Annie (who recently died) objects to the wedding. She literally rips the ring off her finger in protest. My granny never liked my mother but the wedding goes forward, 30 years later they have 3 boys, me being the youngest.

3 years ago grans health starts to go downhill, being 90 and riddled with cancer. On her last year her mind starts to break down too. She sees things, gets upset, delusions. My father is visiting her at her bungalow 4 times a day, more than her other children. My mother even visits her thinking she has finally accepted her as a daughter inlaw.

Then things get tense as my aunts begin accusing my mother (their sister in law) of threatening gran with talks of care homes and carers. Mum gets nasty texts about harrassement and police action over things that never happened.

Nan then goes to hospital for a month where shes told she cant be left alone and needs constant care. This is when she snapped and became afraid of death. She hated the home we put her in. She wanted to stay with us but my father said he couldnt work and care for her, it was impossible. Her other children couldnt make the commitments either. So she stayed in a home for 3 months. We visited her constantly. Then came the final nail.

Once she pasted away my grandmothers supposedly said that my mother threatened her in the home. "Im taking your son away from you, hes mine now" was what she apparently said. Obviously mum denied it and I trust her, shes not that sort of person. I firmly believe that nans mind went back to when mum and dad got married. However everyone else believed my gran and caused a massive rift. It tore our family apart from the funeral to the will reading. Even selling the house is like walking on egg shells.

My poor mother also has had her reputation destroyed and her marriage in question as now half the village seems to be questioning her relationship with my grandmother, a woman who I worshipped, a woman who showed me nothing but love. A woman who stabbed my own mother in the back for revenage.

So that's where im at now. A family ripped apart, a lie that will never be washed and a mother burnt by another mother. I can live not speaking to my cousins anymore if they'll be fake fools but this has taught me that family arent your friends.

My nans headstone is up now, and I dont know if Ill ever visit it