|When I was a teenager I unintentionally (and gradually) removed myself from my father's life. I was a teenager, I wanted to be with my friends, who were in my town with me not his town, and there's also the fact that I started working when I was 14. It didn't leave a lot of free time to travel the 35 minutes to see him especially since he was usually drinking when I was there. Even when I was a child he spent the weekends drinking or at least out with his friends and girlfriend. So, while yes, I love him because he's my dad and I do have memories of good times that we spent together... It's not as if we are close. And, if I wanted to be really honest there are probably just as many bad memories as good. |
Fast forward, now I'm 30, I'm very close to my mom and younger sister, barely speak with my father and older siblings, but its not that I wouldn't or dont want to, I feel like I've tried to put myself out there to get to know them and they just keep slamming the door in my face. I've recently had a relative die. I didn't know about it (not the first time this has happened either). By the time I found out it was the day of the funeral. I would've gone if I could've. Even though I barely knew the relative and hadn't seen them for probably close to 15 years. I'd have gone because they were family. I wasn't in town I was away with my mom and sister so I didn't go. Now they aren't talking to me. I've sent messages and get no response. Normally my dad comes to see me Christmas day, this year, not even a card. I didn't send him one either, but it's sitting downstairs right now with a little bag of gifts that I thought id be giving him today.