I don’t know of anything my aunt has done that is heroic. I have examples of heroism from many areas of my life. Pretty much every member of my family that I have spoken negatively about in the past has an example of being a hero.
Not everyone can be hero’s all the time. My Aunt hasn’t really been an active part of my life. She would stop over to visit once in a blue moon, maybe every decade. One day when me and my partner were in an apartment together on our own, I stopped by to visit my parents and found my Aunt JoAnn sickly in the recliner. It seems to me the nicest she’s ever been to me was right on deaths door. She had a look in her eye like she did want to talk to me, like I wasn’t a bother passing by.
My parents started taking care of her. I was surprised. I didn’t see my parents much during this time, I was working full time and had a life with my partner. All I know is that sometime between that visit and the call from my mom asking me to move home, my Aunt JoAnn got better. From how my parents explain it, she was as good as new. She offered my parents to come stay at the house with her in South Carolina. The reasons given changed. Taking care of her in case she got sick again, banding together as a family, not wanting to be alone. My Aunt JoAnn talked about selling her house in South Carolina and buying a house nearby my parents. I was finally told they settled on moving down south.
My parents took things with them that they probably shouldn’t have. Some of the belongings were mine. When whatever happened between them happened, I called to try to get ahold of my belongings. My Aunt told me sorry; she’s not a storage unit. I didn’t have enough money to get a U-Haul to drive down that week, so she ended up selling my belongings. Because my aunt stole my belongings from Ohio and is holding them hostage in South Carolina, after I had lost my job, I have no recourse.
My Aunt called me later though, asking for a favor from me. She wanted to know exactly where my mom and dad were. I told her roughly where they were, but didn’t get any promise on getting my items returned.
Since my parents have been back, they took my TV that I bought with my money from the living room and put it in their bedroom. They are also holding my belongings hostage now.
This is what family is. People who scheme and rip each other off. This is why I say I have no family. I was trying to build a new one, but it seems everyone has the same idea.