No one in my family gave a crap about whatever happened with my other children.

It didn't matter. They saw what was going on and felt uncared about. Then they started to blame my younger daughter who was basically the lady in waiting to my oldest daughter, for the actions of the drug addict. I was floored. She's 6 years younger and was still in high school.

I could not believe they believed my oldest when she blamed things on her sister.

Sometimes writing this stuff makes me hate the family member that is still alive and was involved. I guess that's not good since it happened long ago.