Am I the jerk for not taking my brother's kids to Disneyland with me? Long backstory. My brother

and I have had a strained relationship our whole lives. We came from a really bad home. Our

mum was amazing, but we were all horribly treated by our dad, and she couldn't or wouldn't leave.

Our relationship was strained because as things got worse in our home as kids, he'd find

ways to throw me under the bus so that I was the focus of the anger instead of him.

Once he was older, he'd get into it with our dad and then just leave, leaving me alone with

him now that he was drunk and had been fighting with my brother and was riled up.

Our mum just avoided coming home at all costs. The rest of the

family sees me as the problem child. They were all somewhat aware of the stuff going on in our

house, but were the don't rock the boat and shame the family type. They'd make fun of me about how

I lied to CPS for attention. When an investigation was opened when I was in the first

grade, after I showed up to school with a pretty bad injury, from where my brother

tied a dog leash around my waist, and I, bungee jumped, off a second floor balcony.

Looking back, our dad was likely wasted and not watching me into my brother, when I was six

and he was 11. When I was 17, I moved

out of state and had very little contact with anyone outside my mum. My mum ended up being

diagnosed with a metastatic chest cancer and fought really hard for eight years. I'd fly in to

visit her every few months as I could. I actually ended up married to a really horrible man with similar

bullying habits to my father. He ended up having a heart attack and had to have a quadruple bypass.

He was horrible to care for and just got more and more cruel. Three months after his heart

attack, my mum's health turned for the worst and she passed away. Our dad was horrible to us, going as far as to try to sue us for some money that she left us.

After the funeral, my husband got more and more nasty, and I took the money she had left

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