After 60 years, tourcher with emotions, cut downs, faulse accuzations, and even told over and over that my mother and her side of her family and my siblings hated me, all is confirmed. People call me paranoid, hum wonder why? It was even said that they did not like my children and my children are good. When my daughter was 17, she was made manager over four mini resturants. When my son turned 18, he was made manager of his store.
Of course the first couple hours were mourning times because of the loss, death, or whatever of my siblings. Dad, the only one who truly loved me died when I was ten. I grew up in a world of hate because I looked like my dad and nobody liked my dad. Ok, mom left five of us when I was five; I was considered the baby of the family. My dad raised the five children, although I was the only biological child. Mom messed around even with my dad's brother and who knows who the fathers are of the other children. The point is that if my dad was so bad, why didn't he refuse to raise all of the children that he did not plant the sperm in? He had a bad heart and worked himself to death. Mom came back just before Dad died.She did not want us, nor the baby she had while she was away. She gave the baby away and I was the only one who remembered him. Anyway, mom would not  have had an income had it not been for her keeping us after Dad's death. She got Social Security for five of us and that was why she allowed us to stay. My uncle said that Mom tried so hard to give me away but nobody could/would take me. Although I babysat from the age of ten and began to pay taxes when I was 14, I was considered lazy. I gave my mother half of my earnings; when dad was alive, I gave him all of my money he needed it for groceries.
How can people hate siblings? Why did they not even get to know me. The worst thing is that they accuse me of wanting to become disabled. I worked and suppoted myself and after after divorce, I worked so hard to provide for my children. My ex, the children's father was a dead beat dad. My siblings dislike me because I was lazy. I worked 8 to 12 hours a day. I stayed at the company because I did not think I could ever get another job after the injuries at work. Yep, the company was angry that I took a job in a department with all men. I only did it because my friend had done the same job for years at a different location. The guys perminately injured me. I stayed for five years after being injured and reinjured. The company was not liable for any injuries, the manufacturer of machines that malfunctioned was the only ones who was liable if somebody died.Anyway. There is so much more. Just had to tell you that life is good. I finally was told the truth. My siblings hate me and so did my mothers relatives.