Ah communication issues among family members:
Two of my brothers were in town this summer at separate times. Neither one of them told me. One I had been texting with and I invited him over to our house for dinner. I found out from my mom when he was here and left.
The other came into town for a wedding and S found out on FB.
That makes me angry. And sad. I have a connection with one out of three of my brothers. Part of it is age difference, but a part has to be the way we were raised.
Every time I falter and wonder if I'm blowing the situation out of proportion, something happens to remind me that this is real dysfunction. It's damaging, and I don't want to continue the cycle.