Short Story

When I broke my foot about 7 years ago I told my sister and there was zero response. Absolute ZERO. 

I realized a sad but true fact. Our Fictitious Disorder mother had used up all of the emotional reserves of her children and tapped them dry. So I forgave them.

As a result my siblings have PTSD and they freeze when they hear any medical information.

 I feel sorry for them and their spouses, friends and children. 

I no longer tell my siblings much of anything. I tell my brothers and sisters in law. They are my family.