I’ve always held the firm belief that my mother’s family was indestructible. Not that we didn’t make mistakes or argue, etc. but that no matter what happened, it would be resolved. I can’t say that I believe that anymore. At least one of my mom’s sisters is telling lies about her. That hurts enough, but on top of that, others believe those lies. That hurts the most. They’ve known her all their lives; she doesn’t lie, and manipulation is not part of her makeup. Nevertheless, this crap is being believed by those who should know better. I love these people and it’s making me sick (literally) and furious that this sh-- is happening. For the last week, I have not been able to eat without getting sick and didn’t eat at all for two days. I can finally eat some thanks to Xanex. This isn’t like us, but it’s happening none the less. I don’t know what to do/feel. My heart is crushed at the thought of our family being unable to heal from this stupidity. As long as the lies are believed and left without confrontation, we will continue to self-destruct and become a dysfunctional family. Wouldn’t Pawpaw be proud?