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Seven years ago I came back to Germany from Austria (Vienna). My father was seriously ill, he had bladder cancer. So I moved close to my parents in a condominium purchased for me by my brother - a gift from him (he is quoted as being a "multiple millionaire"). Unfortunately, I had apparently forgotten a lot from my childhood and youth, such as the unpredictability of my mother, who frequently hit me. My brother was her king and I was the fool. Even my brother hit me with my mother's knowledge, saying "you're pushing him too far" (I was 5 years old). Despite having a degree in business administration and law, I initially trained as an elderly care nurse, as I wanted to manage a nursing home in the future. So I had a workload of 10-14 hours per day. I visited my father as often as possible. In the meantime, my divorce in Vienna took place, my son stayed in Vienna. I was already quite worn out, but accusations from my mother and brother came, saying I wasn't taking care of my father enough and was abandoning my mother. Then my brother suddenly demanded rent, which I couldn't pay, not even with the help of my friend. Alongside the accusations, insults like me being criminal and more were thrown at me. My father passed away, I returned the apartment, and contact with both of them was severed. I rebuilt it, it was humiliating and yet I had enormous guilt feelings. It led to another dispute, although my mother was not present with her quickly found new boyfriend, I was still blamed. I couldn't get a word in, she called me a nuisance and said she was sick of me, and called my friend a good-for-nothing, etc. I hung up instinctively. The end, no, it was just the beginning. Lawsuits, threats were next. In May 2013, I received the diagnosis of MS, which my son told my mother about. She didn't even call. Understandably, in the end, I had enforced my rightful share and the issue landed in court as she refused to pay. In 2013, it was then determined that I had had this MS for a long time without realizing it. Last year before Christmas, I was completely desperate, as we had no help from anyone in any form. My mother and brother spread lies deliberately, it was a witch hunt. Nobody spoke to me. I had the first symptoms of a relapse and saw my mother, my condition was poor, barely able to walk (I had used a walker since I was 9 and had pain). The hoped-for agreement did not materialize, it was a Stasi interrogation interrupted by the demands of her boyfriend to throw me out. She insisted on a waiver from me on the inheritance claim, said flippantly that I was to blame for the MS, took me to the train station and left me there - result: prolonged relapse, huge doses of cortisone, and ending up in a pre-collapsible state. I accidentally put the stupid waiver back in my pocket, and the bullying strategy continued. My son, who rarely called or "forgot" appointments, took the opportunity of his sparse visits to me to also visit my mother. This hurt, and I was offended. This always led to arguments, so I wrote him a letter, just wanting to understand why he acted this way and find a solution with him. In November, I wanted to visit him. BUT HIS RESPONSE WAS BASICALLY THAT ALL OF THIS ANNOYED HIM, OVERWHELMED HIM, AND SO ON. HE ATTACHED 8 LETTERS AS APPENDICES: YESTERDAY, AFTER HIS RESPONSE, SYMPTOMS OF RELAPSE; ENORMOUSLY HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE; SO TODAY, A FINAL EMAIL TO HIM; HE SHOULD NOW DECIDE HOW IT CONTINUES WITH HIM AND ME, AND IF IT CONTINUES: HE CAN ONLY TELL ME THIS OVER THE PHONE; SINCE I HAVE BLOCKED HIS EMAIL ADDRESS; HE KNOWS THIS AND HE KNOWS THAT HIS DECISION IS FINAL; I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE; CONSTANT EXCUSES LIKE COULDN'T CALL, FORGOT PHONE, PHONE NOT CHARGED, GIFT BOUGHT FOR YOU, SENT IT TO YOU, IT'S NOT HERE YET: IT'S TOO MUCH; IT CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS; AM I OVERWHELMING HIM NOW; HE NEVER OFFERED HELP; NEVER ASKED IF HE COULD HELP; I ONLY BOTHER HIM: WHAT TO DO? I REACH FOR THE PHONE, HANG UP AGAIN; IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME. I AM TO BLAME FOR HIS SUFFERING AND HE MAKES ME BEG AND PLEAD FOR HIM TO SPEAK TO ME AGAIN, THE SAME GAME AS WITH MY M
