My Mother doesn’t speak to me. My Brother doesn’t speak to my Grandmother. My Grandmother won’t speak to my Father and so on and so on…
Has this happened in your family?
I don’t speak to my brother. Well sometimes in my head I pit him pretty badly. When I can stop doing that I’ll be happy.
So far that is the only one I know of in my family.
Last time I talked to my mom about a year and a half ago. I completely lost it with her “you haven’t ever made a single wise decision in your life”, and how everything that’s wrong in my life is because I can’t do anything right, I told her to f*** off, hung up on her and haven’t spoken to anyone in my family since. 30 years of hearing what a complete failure and disappointment you are, when actually, all things considered, it could suck alot worse is enough. I have made many mistakes in my life, and am well aware of what I could/should have done differently. I do not, however, need to have my nose rubbed in it constantly like a puppy who peed on the couch.
Haven’t even told em I moved from Chicago to Dallas over a year ago. Been feeling guilty about it lately, but the thought of the tirade of sh*t I’ll hear from my mother when I eventually weaken and call has kept me from doing it for over a year now.
My mother’s brother absolutely sucks, and has since childhood. (He’s tried to run her over, has inflicted several serious injuries, continued to be a dick in general, etc.) So whenever our dear darling hillbilly Uncle calls the house, every once-in-a-very-long-while, we either pretend he doesn’t exist or get off the phone as soon as we can manage.
My father’s younger sister stopped speaking to my family shortly after my grandfather died. I’ve sent her three letters and a Christmas card since 1998 requesting some sort of. . . contact, the most recent was this Christmas. I don’t know what happened to cause the rift between her and my father, but it’s there. I don’t even CARE what happened, but I miss my aunt a lot.
I haven’t talked to my mother’s mother since. . . 1995. She said some really nasty things to my little brother, (who was 10 at the time) in front of me. Specifically: “You’re not my grandson, you little asshole.” And I don’t care to speak to her. It took her and my mother about three years to start speaking to each other after that. I don’t really miss her, but then again I don’t really know her. Sometimes that makes me sad - my mother has four brothers and three sisters, and I’m not close with any of them. I don’t really even KNOW them. On the other hand, I’m close with one of my first cousins; she’s like my sister - and I’m very close with my mother, father, and brother. For that, I am thankful.
Well, I grew up in a very non-communicative family, so not much can be expected.
My (deceased) father didn’t speak to my brother (his stepson).
My mother calls me once a week, and rarely speaks to my brother.
My (eight years) older brother has never ever ever called me–not once. He doesn’t speak to the next sister.
My (six years) older sister calls me several times a week. She doesn’t speak to our brother or our younger sister.
My (four years) younger sister used to call me at least once a week, but not since September when I told her I would not be able to bail her out of her debts. Well, she did call once in early November to ask about my Thanksgiving plans, but that’s it.
We all live within 50 miles of one another, but needless to say, we don’t exactly plan tons of family get-togethers.
Haven’t talked to my dad since 1992. I’m actually out of touch with that whole side of my family, so it’s not like I’m constantly dodging him…he’s just not part of my life.
Interestingly, while my mother (they’re divorced, btw) has been generally supportive/accepting of this, she did think to mention him before my college graduation and my wedding, just kind of checking in, seeing if I had thought to invite him.
I haven’t talked to my biological father or the enitre side of that family for over 13 years. I was raised by my Step-father and consider him my real father.
Well, my sister and I haven’t spoken to our biological father in 21 years now - it was a mutual decision. By extension, we do not have contact with his aunt or his cousins, and did not know when his mother died. He, however, is missing out on three absolutely wonderful grandchildren.
My grandmother is insane, and by insane I do not mean kooky and eccentric. Her last trip into the psych ward had her finally taking her meds, but a year of therapy later her doctor told my mother, “I can help control her physiological problems, but you need to accept that there is no known cure for ‘mean, bitter bitch’.” I don’t talk to Gram, and I’m working on convincing Mom not to, either. Unfortunately, Mom’s the martyr type where Gram’s concerned, and that’s started to come between US.
My immediate family stays in pretty close contact, though sometimes I have to admit that I let calls to my brothers wait too long. I hear so much about them through my parents that I feel caught up on their lives and figure they are on mine.
The extended family has had some weirdness. Cousin doesn’t speak to her mother, my oldest maternal aunt anymore apparently. Cousins by my second maternal aunt didn’t speak to their father after he came out of the closet, screwed the aunt over (figuratively and literally), and went on a sociopathic bender. Cousins by my paternal aunt didn’t speak to her for about five years up until she died - they found out she’d covered up possible sexual abuse of one cousin’s daughter by their step-dad.
The one that took us all by surprise was finding out that my paternal grandmother had stopped talking to all but three of her siblings when she married my grandfather. Seems her oldest brother (out of seventeen siblings) gave her an ultimatum - marry that guy and we’ll never speak to you again. Lasted the whole rest of her life. Boy, was Dad ever surprised to find out that he had a fourteen more aunts and uncles than he’d ever heard about as a kid. We’re still coming across cousins of varying degrees.
I haven’t talked to my father since I was eighteen. Before that, I hadn’t heard from him since I was four. I’m not real broken up or surprised that he can’t be bothered to pick up the damn phone.
My brother (the middle child) and I haven’t spoken since before my son was born, and my son will be 10 this year. We’ve both had children and been through divorces since we spoke to each other last. I know it kind of upsets my mother, but my other brother can’t be in the same room with the first one for more than five minutes either.
I don’t talk to my maternal grandmother for the sole reason that I’ve never met her. She and my mother haven’t spoken in almost 30 years. She did some messed-up stuff to my Mom, and I have no desire to speak to a woman who would treat my Mommy like that.
Upon resigning from my family’s business after 12 years, my parents contrived to steal a near-$20,000 severance package from me, one that included continuance of the health care coverage for my wife and daughter.
Then they accuse me of stealing “proprietary software” (as if a buggy-as-hell DOS application is desirable), an accusation made to a number of potential business associates. They also forged a non-compete agreement and started waving it around the industry.
Then they sent me a registered letter accusing me of (undefined) theft.
We’re still “talking”, but only via lawyers.
Let’s see, I don’t talk to either sets pf grandparents or my great aunts on my mom’s side of the family, or my mom’s older brother, or my mom, but that’s because they are all dead.
I’ve basically disowned my father and his side of the family. I sent him a nice (really!) note suggesting he get one of those email machines so we could stay in touch easier, and got back an 8 page tirade on me and my failings as a person. Fuck 'im, says I.
I haven’t talked to my maternal grandparents for over a year.I had reasons, but some of it has dulled with time.
I haven’t talked to my dad for a few months. After my parents divorce was finalized, he pretty much burned his bridges. It makes me sad enough to cry occasionally (I never cry) but what can I do? I tried talking to him a few times, but there’s only so much I’m willing to take from the man. I guess it’s particularly painful because it drudges up all those insecurities I’m trying so hard to get over—why doesn’t my own father want to talk to me?
(Nearly) ALL of them …
I don’t talk to any of the other descendants of my grandmother. Now and then, I feel sad about it, until I remember the pain when I did let them into my life. I have a far more wonderful “family” among my friends.
I haven’t talked to my dad in about a year, ever since he uninvited me from his wedding, to which he had already sent me an invitation. I guess he wanted to burn his bridges. I was pretty mad at him at the time, though I’ve since forgiven him. I just don’t really feel like talking though now.
I haven’t spoken to anyone on my father’s side of the family in 20 years. I haven’t spoken to my younger sister in 12 years.