Mostly, yes, I get along with my family, though what we actually have is probably best termed an "uneasy truce." I so looked up to my brothers when I was a kid. Somehow, since becoming an adult, I was never good enough for them. Right here and now, I'll tell you that much of that was my own fault. But, they looked down their noses at me (one is a psychologist, the other owns a pretty sucessful business) because I chose not to go to college right away, but joined the Army instead. There's more there, but have to tell you about sister dearest.
When I was medically discharged from the Army, she urged me to consider nursing as a new career. She had a PhD in nursing informatics, and thought I'd do well in nursing. I even went to the university where she taught to get my undergrad degree. She and I were very close, she helped me as my marriage fell apart, supported me when my wife (at the time) got custody of the kids in spite of something like 6 hospitalizations for suicide attempts. I felt as though there was one in the family I could always count on for support.
Did I mention she had two sons, and always wanted a daughter? Well, the ex finally got it right, and committed suicide. Within a week, my dear sister was on the phone telling me that my daughter was not going to make it if I didn't send her to live with sis. I told my sis I didn't think that was a good idea. Long story short, she ended up screaming at me like a madwoman on the phone. I don't even remember what she said, just the screaming. I doubted myself, so I checked with my daughter's counselor to see if maybe sis was right. Counselor told me sending my daughter to live with my sister, even though we lived in the same town, would be the worst possible thing I could do for her. So, reinforced I stuck by my guns.
My sister hates me now, and bad mouths me to the rest of the family whenever she gets the chance. She's even gone so far as to accuse me to the rest of the family of child abuse (not true). But, like a shotgun, she just keeps the stories going scattershot. Some are believed, some are not. None are true. But, it has driven a wedge between me and my family. I've heard (indirectly, like fourth hand) that she is insanely upset that I have become a CRNA. It irritates her no end that me, with a lowly masters degree, easily out earns her, with her lofty PhD.
Since our little spat, I've even heard from some of my sister's students that her behavior in class is no more balanced than her family behavior. She doesn't live here anymore, but still teaches graduate level nursing, now in Colorado. I take some comfort in the knowledge that this nut will have no impact, or even know, my three year old daughter, nor my daughter on the way.
Sorry for the length of this post, but sometimes getting this story out can be cathartic.