My father was successful and known for his generosity. A double edged sword. He helped others in various ways especially when their situation put them in dire straits food clothes the basics.
Of course this reputation also exposed him to friends and family that felt entitled to be helped.
I met Liz, an older relative, for the first time when I was a teen. She wanted to help with my University application. (She didnt know what she was talking about). Then wanted to be paid for it. She asked me about my career plans interests until the convo made me uncomfortable. She had slowly switched the conversation to my dad's business, asked nosey questions remarked that our furniture looked like mahogany but wasn't (huh? Weird we didn't pretend it was, but why bring it up? Had my mother said something?)
I didn't like her. I couldn't pinpoint it her tone was aggressive demanding but she had not said anything in particular...I told my dad that I didn't like her and didn't want university or career advice from her.
I forgot about Liz. But Liz didn't forget about us. Gossip was practically forbidden in our household so by the time I heard about what happened. Well.
Liz had a career that would provide her with a good pension and job safety. As a side hustle she had some business plans. She asked my father to invest he said no. People came to him with cockamamy harebrained business ideas all the time and didn't understand that venture capitalism was not his field, nor within his means. Thats all there was to it. He was firm not insulting, but Liz turned it into a vendetta.
Years later I spoke to other relatives. They were hurt because my parents had not invited them to their soirees and parties and therefore my parents thought they were above them. What? What parties? "Liz told us that she'd attended..."
Deep sigh. My parents occasionally hosted (boring) get togethers with business associates as did everyone else and Liz wouldn't have been invited. The Mahogany furniture. My mom had asked around for Mahogany COLOR.
Liz drove a wedge into our extended families. Some of the things she did were a lot worse. Everyone eventually realized what she was and avoided her. Intrigue. Scheming. Gossip. Spinning facts. Ingratiating herself. We just noticed it sooner. Pop Psychology calls her toxic. She thrived on harm and destruction. Felt entitled to climb the social ladder. Ruled by greed and envy.
I've met many Lizzes in my life. The idea that women can't be toxic, mean spirited or conniving is ridiculous. I have enough friends whose MILs almost destroyed their marriages.
The only way to treat those people is to not let them into ones life. They don't change, they get worse over time. There is no let's work this out, remorse or resolution. If all else fails, there are legal measures.

