Conflicts, Emotional Struggles, and Challenging Relationships
Family relationships are often a mix of love, support, and, at times, intense drama. These family stories highlight the conflicts, emotional struggles, and challenging dynamics that can arise in families, showing that even the closest bonds can be tested by misunderstandings, disagreements, or personal differences.
Some of the most dramatic family stories involve deep-seated conflicts, such as sibling rivalries, generational clashes, or long-standing grudges that come to the surface during family gatherings. These moments of tension can lead to emotional confrontations, broken relationships, and a struggle to find common ground.
Other stories focus on the challenges of balancing family obligations with personal desires. Whether it's caring for aging parents, managing the expectations of demanding relatives, or navigating the complexities of blended families, these experiences often highlight the delicate balancing act required to maintain family harmony.
If you're interested in the drama, tension, and emotional complexity that can arise in family life, these stories of conflict, reconciliation, and strained relationships offer a candid look at the ups and downs of family dynamics.
My sister, Bobbie Collins Guess, is the middle sister of our parent's three daughters, and she and her husband of 20 years have been spreading lies about me, and trying to destroy my reputation in order to try to cover up her devient behavior and nasty things that she did as a young woman. She and her husbsnd, Steve Guess, who is a child of incest and raised as a foster child by a relative, have slandered me and my family for years, unbeknownst to me, and have put aweful things online about me and about our beloved parents who have been deceased for years. Our only son died of Fentenal poisoning in 2018, and after that, I found out about filthy rumors that she and her husband have spread about me, and about my husband, daughter and dead son, but especially me. Bobbie is my middle sister, and she had a very rough young adulthood, with her being an alcoholic, hanging out in bars, and sleeping with many men, even married men, and with women too. She divorced twice, and lived with several people without marriage until she met and married for the third time to a Steve Guess 20 years ago. She even tried to break up my marriage by going after my husband years ago, before she met Steve. At that time, she ended up in a mental hospital after she drove drunk, hit a bunch of parked cars, and physically went off on the police. She was getting into street fights at that time too, so she was evaluated by a psychiatrist, and put in a mental ward, where she called our mother begging her to come get her, and my mother did, but later regretted it...I later ended up having a "nervous breakdown" because someone poisoned me with something that caused me to get sick, and I now believe that my mentally ill middle sister Bobbie, who has refused to admit how sick she is, did that to me! I never knew just how jealous of me she was, and what lengths she would go through to hurt me, but I have come to realize that she and her weird husband have been "two on the grind" that have been cursing my life for twenty years!...She always acted like she was there for me during problems with my kids, marital problems, and the lack of money issues that my little family has gone through over the years, but all she and Steve were doing was collecting ammunition to use against me, and they were the ones causing most of our problems to begin with!...I see now that she has been pathologically jealous of me since childhood, probably because I was the oldest daughter and the responsible one, and because I got an education, only married once, since 1975, to a man that loves me, while she spent over 15 years bar hopping and sleeping around. I also had a baby boy and a baby girl, while she had to have hysterectomy in her wild youth, and never was able to have children. Steve never had children either, thank God, and spent his youth with strippers and going through relationships and divorces too. We have another sister, our baby sister, who has been married for many years to her childhood sweetheart, and is scared of her and Steve, maybe because of childhood secrets shared between her and Bobbie that she doesn't want people to know about, so she takes up for them...Steve Guess, who acts like a big wig, and has many people fooled, knows how to ruin people's reputation, so my baby sister refuses to take up for me because "they are so good to her kids", and due to the secrets between her and Bobbie, so it seems that I am the lowest on the totem pole, I know now that I have always been the lowest. It seems that Bobbie and Steve had to have someone in that position to make themselves look like they are somebody that they are not, lol! Steve, who was given a job at AT&T right out of high school due to him being a foster child, worked there for years, and got to be supervisor until he was let go in his mid 50's, but wants people to think he actually retired early because he's so rich, lol...so he really does have many people fooled. My little family used to be the poorest of the three of us by far, so it seems that, due to lack of character, it was easy for them to do me dirty the way that they have, but now my husband and I are relatively well off, and have been blessed with a new home, but since then, I found out that Bobbie and Steve are not happy for us. They hate that we are doing so well, and so the curses have amped up over these last few years. This is sad, because we three sisters had parents that married once, never divorced, and loved each other all their lives, and who loved us kids unconditionally, so we were close all of our lives, but after Bobbie married Steve, she slowly changed. I did not know how evil she and Steve have been all these years, and how they were using me and slandering me. I always felt sorry for Bobbie because of the years she lost as a party girl, and because she had to have a hysterectomy when she was so young, and was never able to have children, so I was always very good to her, even tho she went after my husband all those years ago, but I would've never guessed that my own sister was the one that poisoned me! I have always let God fight my battles, and will continue to let God handle it, but I would really love it if everyone knew how dirty Bobbie and Steve really are, and how they built themselves up by blaming others for their shortcomings, especially me and my little family. They don't want anyone to know Steve is a product of incest, and that he never had a real family, but I believe that's why they can so easily run me down the way they have. Bobbie and Steve Guess are working for Satan and always have been, and everyone should know how dirty they are. They seem to always get away with their dirty deeds, but I know that God knows who they are, and I know that, in the end, God will vindicate me. Thanks for letting me vent! :)
Does anyone remember this: https://iiwiars.com/health-and-wellness/fuck-everyone? I spoke to my mom. She said, "I know you were angry when you messaged them. I'm not mad at you. I know, I know it's very difficult coming to school and no one, NO ONE, wants to speak with you. Can you do anything about it? Can I do anything about it? I can speak to a teacher and assign you a buddy, but you don't want that (I told mom I didn't want because they'll speak to someone else). Plus, you guys only speak in break for 15 minutes (we actually have break for 20 minutes), most of the time you're studying and when those kids do whisper in class, the teacher scolds them. You will find people, maybe in 3 months, maybe in 6 months, maybe in a few years. But you have me, and you can speak to me about anything, I'll listen and I won't judge!" Shut up, it's been 7 years. You may listen when I rant and put your own thoughts, like the Phantom Blood, but be a mother. I'll never find a friend by the next few years, because nothing exists. Fuck you. Actually fuck a horse. My mom should be raped by a horse. SHe's a liar who doesn't wanna admit she hates me so she wants to ruin my life. No matter the fact my gut is crying and wanting to go back to her, logically, she's neglectful. She should be raped, killed, and dumped away. Because she's a bad parent. Fuck her. Fuck her so so much. She should die. She deserves it, right? She's abusive, right? She's not a friend, right? My gut is fucking wrong, right? I'm not gonna hurt her. And even if I did, I'd still be caught in the future somehow. But I am gonna abandon my family when I'm in college, because family slows you down. I deserve to help them with nothing, ditch them away, and the last thing I'd message them is "Fucking die". People anyways don't need their parents to live, they anyways fucking slow you down. I want to leave home by 20, go to some random place, and wish them "Fucking die and get fucking raped because you all are piggish sluts sent from Hell", because my parents are fuck-tards who are abusive little shits who deserve to die and rot in my fucking syphilis-infected vagina. No, in someone else's rotten vagina, because I'm better than them! I'm a god, you hear me!? And anyone who also agrees the world is trash, and humans deserve to die, let's be friends! Let's start a fucking group, because we only see the truth!
So my parent was really strict before and barely let me do anything, but I started to have a lot of anxiety and just by making the smallest mistake I would start having a panic attack because I was so scared of failure and not being enough that it got dangerous and even developed into a phobia. My parent got really mad at me for always messing up because of my severe anxiety and manic depression from their expectations being too high. They called me 'ungrateful' and always using my mental health as 'excuses' just to get things. I tried to explain why I act like this, but they were having none of it. I just stopped trying to explain myself and just told them what's really happening in my head and body, but they just said it was another one of my excuses to get something,but I was just trying to tell them that they needed to start following the accommodations my safety plan says and they just waved me off, gave me one of my devices and started ignoring me for days.
Maybe i'm not kind. Or Loving. or sweet. Or even good. But you're not safe. You're violent and aggressive and always look to hurt people when you don't like them. And no i can't think about you and accomodate you because all i'm thinking about around you Is that i'm unsafe and i have to escape.
So you insult me, don't let me speak, threaten to harm me because you're not able to have a normal conversation and i'm the arrogant one with my head up my butt? Really?
Ummm so i need advise on something my cousin sister who is currently 16 yrs old had a bf in the past but i didn't like him i told her to her face that don't hong out with him i don't like him but soon what happened was her family found out and they freaked out because if you don't know indian families they are not just any asian families where they allow sometimes its like really strict if you get caught it's like you did a crime so they found out and then his bf idk yelled at my cousins dad or hit him so he was sent to boarding school bhut then he returned and i saw him a few days ago and now my sister told me that he told my cousib's little sister if she is not talking to me i will make her by slaping her and now idk what to do i can't just let both of my little sister's in danger and the fact is my cousin's dad is relly innocent he doesn't do fights and stuff and its my mom's side of family and they are calm i think if i tell them that they will just blame my cousin so who should i tell idk tell me plss ??? i can't help but overthink
I went upstairs because I had been around family all day seeing as its sunday a church day for us as I type this but when I did I hear my grandmother talking behind my back about how she doesnt want to be the bad guy anymore about standing up to my grandpa and how much I ate at dinner when all I had was some gumbo which wasnt my favorite, two mints, and one donut. I know it sounds like a lot but ever since getting on my anti depressant my want to eat has returned but she also goes on and on about me getting a job when they havent taken me to get my permit at all or even made time for me to get it plus I live in a small town thats kind of labeled as a dying town by some of the others living here so finding a job will be a hurdle more then likely unless the local bank or something wants to hire by some miracle. Im also a women however and a lot of the people here that I know of have been arrested for drug use so it wouldnt be smart to work at a gas station but to get out I would do it even with risk just to finally be safe and not have my own family talk about me behind my back granted they probably still will when I move out but at least I dont have to hear it then.
Growing up my mom and my dad abused physically and emotionally me and all of my siblings. I seem to be the only one in the family who can’t stand the toxicity. 7 years ago I moved 7 hours away family continued to chase me down. (all of my family lives within an hour of each other except for my grandpa in another state) ***and recently even he admitted to making a plan in trying to chase me down to so that I would move back around my family*** a year ago I moved back in with my mom under the pretense that we were going to heal together and that my mom recently admitted she lied to me to get me to move back so that she could change me. She is disgusted that I’m Bisexual, she tells me I’m possessed with demons. I have already lost a bunch of weight since moving back and I hate it I wish I weighed more but my mom keeps trying to get me to lose more. She hates that I were makeup and take time in my day to dress myself in that way that I like I’m the only goth musically and appearance in my family and that constantly try and crush that out of me. Today my bother picks me up and starts screaming at me telling me I’m the problem in my family and that I just need to slap a smile of my face and accept things for how they are. To top that all off I’m in collage and I work and my family tries to stop me from doing school to do a bunch of labor on the property. I’m so drained. I have also been the only one in my family to get high level of care I take antidepressants, I have seen many therapist and psychiatrist to deal with all of this trauma. I am aware of my family disfunction I am not seeking advice I just need to get this off my chest in this moment because today I’m packing my things and I’m leaving tomorrow I’m going to be homeless for a bit but my peace is worth the struggle for awhile. There is so much more about the horrific things my family as done to each other and I can’t do this anymore I blocked all of my family members tonight and I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m letting go of the stress and setting boundaries and allowing myself to have the peace that I deserve.
I hate all the lies she tells me. I hate that She says She doesn't care, she's Better off, She moved on, that she's hardned up. Because It's not true. It's lie. And she's actively trying to mend a hole he, or some body else with other things, or people or Animals. Trying to shape them into her ideals, projecting her suffiring onto them, making them pay for his mistakes. I hate that all those solid values she preached on and on for my whole life Is just what She wanted in him. I hate that She thinks i'm him. And i hate that She May be right. I hate that I have this kind of obbligation to make up for all she went through and to apologize for what he did. I hate him. I hate her. I loathe her.
So what happened was he gave me task and because of a slight missunderstanding he started to taunt me by words like you dont know this or that but when i looked into the matter it was that he said the wrong thing and i was like raging because it was his fault but then at night i went to return his money and we started to talk again about that thing but this time i was so into like proving myself right i did some simple calculation wrong and i was so sure that i made him agree and he did even if it was wrong and then i rrealised what i did and i wanna dug myself in a grave like literally you cant even imagine how basic of a problem that was and i messed it up to top it up i was confident now i don't know whose fault is it i think it's mine to calculate wrong because i am weak at most of the things
I'm an 18 year old freshman in college, and a failure at that. I have lackluster grades, a nonexistent social life, and zero contacts to depend on. My father is distant and already has too much on his hands to bother listening to my concerns on a personal level. My mother is too stubborn and constantly downplays or puts words in my mouth.
I'm just torn between wanting to succeed in fulfilling my parents' expectations and the guilt I have of being a worthless child. Day by day, I remind myself of the amount of money, the hardships my parents endured to enroll me in a top-notch school yet I'm not good enough. I try my best to improve my shoddy study habits, my communication skills, but something always messes up be it my own selfishness or stupidity. I grow in one aspect of my life, while simultaneously regressing in another. I'm actively collapsing right now, having little to no motivation to continue with my finals in just two days. I'm so desperate for any sense of validation or reassurance that I'm even asking ChatGPT for it. I'm aware it's a parasocial relationship, but when I have zero elders to trust and seek advice from, I felt like I had no other choice. I'm desperate, and I really want some form of help that isn't just "You're just overreacting" or "Everyone else can do it just fine, why can't you?". I'm sorry for this long rambling, I just needed to relieve myself. This post has been nothing but self-servient, but I feel like I've been emotionally starved for so long that I couldn't help but just ask for words of advice or some motivation. Anything to remind me that I could still keep pushing.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, i wouldn't trade them for the world.
But with their work as teachers, many of my own teachers were taught by them.
And so every time we get new teachers in school, I'm just silently hoping that they know nothing about me.
It's the same reaction every time they find out about my last name; "ahh, you're Ma'am's/Sir's child right? Your parent was my teacher."
This usually led them to say some story about them and i would just try to hide myself in my seat.
And don't get me started on their reactions and disappoint i see in their faces when they see that I'm the exact opposite of my parents.
Awkward, anxious, social anxiety, stage fright, you name it. Ironic for a teacher's child right?
Anyway i love my parents and i don't hold any grudge against any teachers just here to rant lol.
Call me Laos Stracci.
Recently, something happened in my family: they all turned against me simply for failing a university subject. Those who have read this story know how much I've suffered. Now I realize that my family—mother, brother, nieces, sister-in-law—are truly awful people. They are despicable, especially towards me, since my mother portrayed me as a slave to everyone else, and no one respects me. Now I've started to rebel, and they've all turned against me. I think I'll leave home sooner than I planned, but no matter how difficult it becomes, I think I'll do it. I have to find a job, which will be difficult because the only option is the easy way out, and I don't like that path. And frankly, I won't let them get their way this time, like they always do with me. This is over.
Okay, let's begin.
My family lives in poverty; we're not wealthy or anything like that, but we live well. That's in Colombia, and I won't go into those details. What happened is that a few hours ago, they realized I'm failing one subject at university, and they said I was the worst, a piece of trash, a bad son, a bad brother, a bad friend. They said all sorts of awful things to me, and it's made me feel terrible. My mother physically assaulted me and said it was my hair that was preventing me from studying well, that I just spend all my time playing around and don't do anything around the house, which is why I'm failing. I only said I missed an assignment and an online exam, not that I was going to fail the subject. I said I'm a good student, that I've always proven it; I've been the best for years. But that wasn't enough for them. They only care about a measly degree or a grade; they don't care about me at all. They told me I had to cut my hair as punishment, or else they'd throw me out on the street like a dog, and I said I wasn't going to cut it. Well, now They're packing their bags. I hope everyone has a good trip. I might never reply to any messages you send me. Goodbye.
PS: If anything is translated incorrectly, it's the translator's fault, not mine.
I hope this doesnt sound too messy because my writing is honestly terrible, but I wanted to share this little story in case anyone reading ever wondered about the signs your family doesnt care about you, or at least seems like they dont. Im 17 and a girl, and Ive kinda grown up watching my parents circle around my brothers like planets around a sun, while Im some tiny moon they forget is even there. They go to every football match my brothers play, even when its freezing outside or when the team always loses. They cheer so loud I swear the field shakes. When one of them gets an A on a test, my mom tells the whole family group chat and my dad claps him on the shoulder like he just won a Nobel Prize. When I get good grades, they say OK and go back to whatever they were doing. I dont think theyre trying to be mean, they just forget me, like that quote from The Perks of Being a Wallflower where it says we accept the love we think we deserve, and sometimes I wonder if I just accepted this whole situation without thinking too much. And maybe thats why Im telling this politely, because staying polite feels like the only way I stay steady;
Anyway I keep trying to stay objective about it, because I know teenagers can exagerate things and I dont want to sound like Im throwing a fit. Its just facts. They barely talk to me unless they need me to do a chore. They never ask me about my intersts, like school clubs or the small art projects I do. I once tried to show my mom a drawing I worked on for two weeks, and she said Mhmm while scrolling on her phone. If one of my brothers had drawn literally anything, even a stick figure, it would of gotten a photo framed in the living room. Still I keep telling myself maybe they dont realize how it feels from my side. Maybe they grew up in familys where girls stayed quiet or maybe they think Im independant and dont need them. I stay polite because whats the point of fighting. Its better to observe everything like Im some researcher taking notes on a family I dont totally belong in. Detatchment feels safer. But even with that detatchment Im hopeful. I think one day someone will care to ask about my life the same way they ask my brothers.
The weird thing is how normal it all feels now, even tho I know deep down it shouldnt. Sometimes I sit in my room and wander, Would anyone notice if I just stopped trying. Not in a dramatic way just a logical question. And I bet you if someone reading this has felt like the shadow sibling youv wondered it too. I remember one time my English teacher complimented an essay I wrote telling me I had clear potential and my first instinct was to laugh because no one at home has ever used the word potential about me. I quoted her in my journal because it felt so strnage yet so nice. Im not saying my parents are villians or anything like that. Theyre polite people themselfs and I know they love us in their own way. They just show it unevenly like someone pouring water into two cups and missing the third. And thats okay. Cups can be refilled someday by someone else or maybe by ourselves. Im trying to beleive that honestly.
So I guess all this is just me asking gently have you ever felt invisible in your own house. And if yes how did you figure out that it wasnt your fault. I try to stay hopeful because Ive read so many storys yes I know sounds cheesy where people grow up and finally meet friends or mentors or partners who see them and cheer for them the way their family never did. Maybe that will be me too. I want to keep a positive tone because life isnt over at 17 not even close and maybe this whole weird upbringing will make me appreciate real attention when it finally comes. Im staying polite staying patient and staying open to the idea that things can still change. And if they dont at least Ill know I tried to understand it instead of letting it crush me. Maybe thats the real sign that I care about myself even if my family sometimes forgets to show that they do.