I was B once. I actually really loved my mum and dad. They were drug addicts when they met. Did some prison time for drug dealing. Decided to get clean and take better path. Mum has just got her 25 year award for NHS as a healthcare assistant and dad has retired after 30 years as a tool maker. I am so thankful they divorced 10 years ago. Together, they were horrendous.
Dad was the bad guy to everyone else. Their rows were so so so toxic, hateful and so much spite. My dad had a quick temper. No physical fights but they were that bad, Id rather have watch them beat each other up than the rows and tension. Mum was deemed the angel.... She was the worse one. The mind games, walking on egg shells, the digs..... Then she'd cry to people how bad things were, she'd act all anxious and fearful. Behind closed doors..... Her mask slipped. She eventually managed to convince her co-workers who managed to get her into a women regfue, as she played a great storyline! She got bored within a week, and was arguing with the staff there because they wanted her home by 10pm as they lock the doors, mum wanted to party... Domestic victuim my arse.
B will suffer with not being able to trust anyone. Not trust her situation. Always wondering when the next bad thing will happen. Her upbringing will haunt her for life, she will always love her mum, cuz lets face it... Who else has she really got? I hope she puts herself first one day, and live HER LIFE. but I feel for her love of her siblings, she'll stick around much longer.