You can love your family and still resign as its full-time repair shop.

Plenty of families have a designated fixer, and if this one landed on you, it probably is you. You mediate, you cover, you translate one relative to another, you absorb the mood so nobody else has to. It comes from love and it works, which is the trouble: the more reliably you fix things, the less anyone else ever has to learn how.

Step back from one thing that was never yours to solve and let it be uncomfortable for a while. You are still there and still loving them, just not holding the tools. Some of it gets handled without you, which tells you something worth knowing.