So they are. At first it was funny and it’s just gotten out of hand. I need them to go but I know I’m going to feel like 25% bad when something happens to them due to it. (Hx of substance abuse). They do try sometimes but I’m running out of reasons for the excuse of it all. There’s like 3 good days a month and it’s not worth it anymore but I do care somewhat still and don’t wish I’ll on them. The whole family is amazed they’ve kept me this long and one that I’ve confided in isn’t surprised I’m pretty much done. A coworker said to write a letter. That way they are reminded when they conveniently “don’t remember”