This is the very abridged version... 2009 and 2010 were quite possibly the worst years I ever had, in terms of family that is. My brother split quite spectacularly from his wife, got very depressed and was then diagnosed with a serious mental health problem. Despite all of our help he completely distanced himself from us, again in a spectacular manner, by saying and texting things designed to alienate us from him. He got back with his wife and she then joined in - oh my, she's vindictive. Anyway, my father died at Easter last year and because my brother wasn't contactable (he was executor and next of kin) the Coroner told me I had to get the ball rolling on the funeral. I did this and was legally liable to the bill if there wasn't enough money in the estate. My brother eventually found out about my father's death and started texting me the vilest, most disgusting things I've ever encountered. This is in addition to the 'stuff' he texted/voice mailed me about in 2009. The police were involved then and I had to involve them at Easter too. The police agreed that it was harassment and visited him to warn him. There's an offical ASBO type thing on him and he's not allowed to contact me or my immediate family - a good thing because I couldn't bear to hear/read any more vileness from him. I found out the day before my father's funeral that he'd written me out of his will. I have no idea why but he did want to see me before he died and the advocacy service (he was Sectioned) said they didn't know why and that it went against what he'd led them to believe. Now, it would appear to be the case that my brother and his wife were spreading lies about me so that they were sole beneficiaries. This has even been suggested by the solicitor. Fair enough, I'm not that bothered about the money but I am bothered that my brother would go to such lengths. He tried it with my mother but thankfully she saw through it. Why can't I just leave this behind me? I feel so utterly rejected by my dad and such a mug for doing so much for him when he was alive. I just cannot shift these feelings and want so desperately to get on with my life. My mother now sees my brother, despite him ripping her off for 10s of thousands of pounds, because of my neice and nephew. I understand why she'd compromise in this way but it feels like a betrayal. God, I'm a mess about the whole sorry business. Shake me, slap my face, *** me - whatever - just whatever it takes. I'm being daft really, aren't I?