I always figured family stuck together no matter what. Blood ties meant unconditional support, or so I thought. I’d open up to them about everything—my worries, my wins, the tough stuff. They were the ones I leaned on. Never in a million years did I expect one casual gathering to flip that upside down.
I’d spent years being the go-to person. If a relative hit a rough patch, I stepped in. Needed cash? I scraped together what I had. Family drama? I played peacemaker. It wasn’t always easy, but I kept at it, figuring good deeds would circle back when I needed help most.
Then my uncle rang one day. “Come to this family meeting,” he said. “It’s big—everyone’s coming.” Sounded routine. I even showed up early, feeling like they wanted my input. But the vibe was off right away. Folks stared at the floor. Whispers stopped when I walked in. I barely settled before it kicked off.
Suddenly, they unloaded. Called me arrogant and selfish, like I looked down on everyone. Said I’d taken advantage all these years. The very people I’d bailed out over and over turned on me, words cutting deep. I tried speaking up, explaining. They shut me down fast. One even declared, “You’re cut off now. Handle things alone.” Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35633
