My parents and I didn't speak for 10 years. It took a long time to rebuild that relationship.
My mother, brave woman, lost her whole family when she decided to marry a black man in the '60s. When the marriage fell apart, she had to come back to her family.
I went underground. So I didn't see [my father] for 11 years. So that was pretty traumatic time for my parents for sure.
I have never felt any connection with my family. There is—I must say simply—something in me that is not in my family. That was not visible in my father or mother. I do not know its origin.
My father's politics and ideas were, to me, unforgivable. He was a Jewish convert who became very anti-Semitic, and I didn't find the anti-Semitism forgivable.
My father and mother split and I never saw my father until I was 20, nor did I see much more of my mother.
I had lost relationships with my dad, my brother and sister and I was just like, you know what, this is definitely the time to just get it together and so that's what I did.
I have an uncle I no longer talk to because of a joke I made about my grandmother, who is his mother. He's an 80-year-old man upset about a woman who died 15 years ago.
My father was a monster. A monster! I cut with my family when I was 23 and I never see them again.
There are members - very, very close and dear members - of my family - I'm talking immediate family - who simply don't speak to me anymore and haven't done so for years. My marriage fell apart.
I didn't feel a strong bond with the parents who raised me, and I had anything but a happy childhood. My mother was overly sensitive; my father, ascetic. I was neither. I felt as if I were living with complete strangers. I suspect that my parents felt the same way.
Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.
I'm estranged from my father and that relationship, as a young man, is incredibly important. It's probably responsible for the man I've become.
It is my intention to make no provision herein for my son Christopher or my daughter Christina for reasons which are well known to them.
No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.
My father died in 1957, just before I was born. My mother went to her Jewish aunt, who slammed the door in her face.
The entire time I was in Portland, which was the five years, I had absolutely no contact with any of my family.
I learned early on that family, as far as my mother and father, were not an option.
The woman who gave birth to me, I don't have a relationship with. I'm not looking for one, either.
I was not a good father in my first marriage. Although there are ways of deserting the family without leaving physically, I was deserted in my head. I was always out, always in the saloons, always drinking, always messing about.
My mother and I split ways when I was very young and have never really reconciled.
Facebook may not only propagate cyber-loneliness but exacerbate the pain of loss that estranged family members feel when they hear only indirectly, through a third-party posting, news of a child or parent with whom they have not spoken in years.
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to me. Hunter Seth Haskins, her firstborn son. I've been chocking that down for nineteen years. Why did she go on her mindless way, leaving me spinning in a whirlwind of her dust?
My family, they cannot have anything to do with us. They believe that, you know, their duty is to deliver me to Satan for the destruction of the flesh.
The hatred of relatives is the most violent.
