My uncle stopped talking to his parents, siblings and me. My grandad
was devastated, but I was released from a spoilt brat. I had always suspected
his envy of me as a niece ten years younger. Wyn had been the youngest zibling
of four before my arrival. We were never close as I witnessed his brattish
behaviour towards his mother. As an adult he failed to mature and whenever he
visited my mother I tolerated his presence for her sake. Then he made the
mistake of sulking with grandad after grandad berated for a misdemeanor for the
first time in his life. Wyn cut off his parents and my mother, who he blamed
for the fued. I didn’t miss him and secretly believe d he had done me a favour.
I no longer had to pretend to like him. He had stolen my books to give them to
a girlfriend. The moral of the tale is thus: when a narcissist ditches you be
thankful because the only way you get rid of one is when they cut you of. My
life is grand without a parasite who steals from his own family. Don’t tell me
to forgive him because he is family. Wyn had no uses, and worse he had a real
mean streak. Wyn had a cliche saying ‘every cloud has a silver lining.’ ah! How
right he is.
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