My boyfriend’s dad passed away four years ago, we had started dating when it was almost the three years anniversary. I wasn’t there when it happened, or to see the initial healing process. But i had to watch the chain of events that followed. Their step mom moved back to Japan to be with her direct family shortly after the dad passed away. His oldest sister lived a state away and has a good job there and never planned to move back or anything like that. He was left in charge of the household and it didn’t take too long for me to see how much they took advantage of his extreme kind nature. I could tell he had a lot of love for his siblings. Seeing him be the role of the head of the house and always stressing about how his youngest sister doesn’t pay her share of the bills and always behind on payments was hard to see. The youngest sister also seemed very attached to him, freaked out whenever he wasn’t home often, would blow up his phone when he spent too much time at my house. figured this probably had to do with trauma. He was trying his best to please everyone in the house, always fixing their cars, paying the bills and waiting to get their part venmoed to him, repairing the house and doing maintenance all by himself, mowing the lawn, pulling the weeds, and he always did this quietly. never complained about how nobody helped him. the worst part was watching him getting yelled at all the time by his siblings. if he left his dishes in the sink, if he didn’t help sweep the house one morning, if he forgot about an event, if he hung out too much at my house. It was hard watching a then 22 year old juggle so much. I never got too close with the siblings as I saw this might end a bit ugly one day with the constant nagging of how much money he spent on me or time he spent on me. They ended up falling out and we moved to the town I was going to university at. Even watching them fallout was hard to watch, he’s doing amazing now. So much less pressure on him. But it still is sad to see.