I am not talking about a situation where you slowly drift away over time to the point where your only communication is a happy birthday text message.
I am talking about a situation where someone actively started to avoid you. What was the reason? Did the other person overreact to something or were you really a terrible person that deserved the silent treatment?
Coming from the reverse situation, I stopped speaking to my grandfather about 5 years ago after he physically assaulted me. Not regretting it one bit.
My mother; although in a way it ended up more mutual. She was always a little disturbed and after Dad passed away she went further in the unhinged direction. The last thing she said to me was “I never want to hear your voice again - you should have never been born”. She tried to contact me several years later but I decided to make her wish come true.
I think I was caught in the crossfire by refusing to take sides in a conflict between older siblings which occurred while my mother was becoming terminally ill overlapping into the period after her death and while multiple simmering childhood origin dysfunctions were triggered into coming to a boil. Not sure really how much was the result of what was going on then and how much the play out of issues from childhood. Five sibs. Pretty sure the three oldest do not talk to anyone else in the family including each other, but for all I know they have started talking to each other now. It’s sad but given the psychopathology involved likely better this way. No snark or sarcasm here: I hope they are happy.
There’s nobody in my family I won’t talk to and nobody in my family that won’t talk to me. But I have had relatives who wouldn’t talk to other relatives.
My brother raised (to use a term very loosely) 3 kids.
Unfortunately, he and his wife defined themselves as “parents of young, dependent children” instead of “parents”.
The kids were born in 1971, 1973 and 1982 (yep, missed pill). The last one was a classic “old egg” child - not pretty, not smart, not clever.
They decided the last one would stay forever - no matter what it took.
They assured her 100 times a day that, whatever she did, it was not only OK, but downright exceptional.
Unfortunately (the term gets used a lot with this kid), the parents worked for the (small) locval school and could make the school tell her she was wonderful.
Not surprisingly, she developed a snot-nosed-bitch attitude.
She was interested in photography. I sent her a scanner and printer with Photoshop on a computer.
She got snot-nosed with me in an email.
I slapped her down. Hard.
Daddy demanded I apologize.
That was the end of our relationship.
I have a sister with whom simply nobody gets along. Joining the “not speaking to her” club was super easy.
(the snot-nosed-bitch lasted about a month at a third-rate college. Mommy and Daddy couldn’t control the college.)
I stopped speaking to my youngest brother’s wife several years ago. She may not be speaking to me, don’t know and don’t care to find out.
A close relative has seeming stopped speaking to me. It’s hard to tell because we weren’t really close, since we were raised to compete, not to cooperate. At our last communication, I was accused of not showing enough interest in her life and accomplishments. It’s not like she has showed any interest in my life, either. There seems to be a certain level of obeisance expected that I am not capable of providing.
I am still open to communication.
Late sister stopped talking to me or taking my calls when she found out I am an atheist. She was smart but was being irrational about this. Tried to reach out to her through her friends but she wouldn’t talk to me. Not until it was almost time for her to go, any way, when she was disoriented to the point I doubt she even knew it was me talking to her.
This is fucked up.
Only that part? 
These are sad stories.
Mine is about a cousin of mine, who used to be my best friend when we were in elementary school.
As a teenager, he took after his father and became a heavy drinker. Gradually, from the highly well paid young man with whom you could always have an intelligent conversation he turned into an unemployable elderly-looking fellow whose discourse was either bitter or incoherent and whose company depressed everyone.
We don’t talk to each other anymore because I refuse to support him financially.
Yes–all of my brothers & sister, for years.
Andy died, without making up with me.
I read this post twice, then got dizzy, then I gave up.
Can anyone translate for me?
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From what I can decipher:
Brother and his wife raised their kids to be dependent on them.
They had an “Oops!” kid when the wife was older.
Kid was ugly due to “old eggs”(?) so parents spoiled her and wanted her to say with Mommy and Daddy forever.
Kid got into photography and Mean Mr. Mustard gave her a printer, scanner and a computer with Photoshop on it.
Kid fired off a “snot nosed”(?) email and Mean Mr. Mustard replied with an angry one.
Brother tells him to apologize.
They no longer speak to each other.
I appreciate your efforts, but Mean Mr. Mustard did none of those things you have attributed to him.
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I was just thinking how cool it was for** mmm** to buy usedtobe’s homely niece all that photography stuff 
My brother and I became alienated right after my sister died a couple of years ago. He couldn’t be bothered to visit her in the hospital while she lay dying, which I could maybe have forgiven, but then he and his wife made disparaging remarks to me, and that was the end. This, after years of figuratively turning the other cheek to his insulting remarks in order to maintain some sort of family cohesion, and his callous disregard for his own children and our mother. Two years later (last August) the reaper came for him, and I felt little sadness at his passing. His widow can go fuck herself.
There was a period of a few years when my oldest son stopped talking to me. He was heavily influenced by his now ex-wife, who alienated him from the entire family. I had done nothing other than divorce his mother, but she painted me as the devil (she was and is a religious nut), and his siblings as being an evil influence. Happily, he finally came to realization that she was a manipulative bitch and dumped her. We’re now on very good terms.
My mother’s other daughter and I don’t speak. Don’t ever want to speak to her again.
Once my grandmother stopped speaking to me. Grandma would say whatever came into her head, she had no filter at all. She could be quite nasty sometimes. She said one thing too many to me and I told her off. I felt kind of bad about it, after all she was my grandmother and I was raised to respect my elders.
She stopped talking to me for about six months. Wasn’t so bad.
One day a bunch of cousins confronted me about what I had said to grandma. I was all apologetic, thinking they were mad at me for being rude to her.
Nope, they all wanted to know what I said so they could say it too, and maybe grandma would stop talking to them for six months.
Poor grandma, but she brought it on herself.
My mother’s (now deceased) bf stopped talking to me for a while. He thought he was the boss and didn’t like being stood up to. I think it was over my son’s hair. He said my son need a haircut. I said my son didn’t want one. He said you are his mother, make him get it cut. I said you’re right, I am his mother and if he doesn’t want to get it cut he doesn’t have to.
It was truly a blessed time of silence. A much too short time of silence, but you take your joy when you can find it.
One of my favorite aunts stopped talking to me. I had no idea why, what I had done or said to offend her. She was also rude if I tried to speak to her. At first I was really hurt, then I thought fuck it. If she wants to act like a two year old and not tell me what I had said or done, then screw her, I’m not playing her game. Last Christmas, out of nowhere she started talking to me like nothing had ever been wrong. Go figure. I’m glad though, because she died a few weeks ago and I’m happy we were on good terms when she passed.
I come from a family of Jehovah’s Witnesses—my great-grandparents converted a century ago. There are so many people who have been cut off for religious reasons, it’s hard to keep track. We have the Religious, the Neutrals, and the Ostracized. Neutrals serve as mediators. I come from the Ostracized branch. Let me see if I can break it down:
Religious:
one aunt
three cousins (not all belong to the aunt)
some great-aunts and distant cousins
dead uncle and great-aunts
Neutrals:
one uncle
a bunch of cousins (not all belong to the uncle)
dead great-aunts; distant cousins
Ostracized:
mom
one uncle
a couple of cousins (none belong to the uncle)
me
dead uncle
dead grandparents [who, unsurprisingly, used to be Religious].
Right now, the shenanigans over grandpa’s will are forcing us all to deal with each other. It’s pretty clear that the three groups will break permanently after it’s over.
There is some movement: a cousin has joined the Religion, but doesn’t seem all that into it, while her dad has moved from Neutral to Ostracized. I was largely neutral but suspicious (because of Mom) until people learned that I was gay, which put me into Ostracized.