It’s better than saying “listen to my dumbassed, drive-by, uniformed opinion on the matter”. But here’s mine anyway. There’s no time for shit people in life, with no exception for blood. Actually, they should be held to higher standards than strangers. Bye, Grandpa!
Phase 1: Can’t change people. Phase 2: Can control how I react (to diminish the harm I feel). Phase 3: I feel less harmed, but my reaction shouldn’t further enable their shitty behavior. Phase 4: See ya! And I’m skipping phases 2 and 3 from now on.