| There is no reason to be no contact from what you describe. You just stop expecting more from them. Boundaries dear. Treat them like an acquaintance - super easy. |
This sounds like 1960s parenting, not 80s or 90s parenting...which is why your credibility is waning here. And those who had 60s parenting aren't writing a page letters. We grew up. |
Ok, but for all of OP's word salad, it's still unclear to me what "harm" her parents caused and what their harmful behavior was that warrents estrangement as punishment. Look, if she doesn't like them and doesn't want to be in contact anymore, fine, but at some point we all need to grow up and take some responsibility rather than continuing to blame our parents (or siblings) for everything that's gone wrong in our lives. |
The correct advice for this era! Just grow TF up. |
I’m far from being a Boomer or Gen X and I think OP is largely a tantruming narcissist who can’t see that her parents are gray rocking her to deal with her. You are correct that someone here needs to take responsibility for her actions, but it’s not OPs parents. |
This. I’m older than OP and have my own family now but OP’s parents sound a lot like my boomer in laws. They are complete emotional potatoes and literally would not understand or probably read a 5 page letter that anyone wrote to them about something other than the weather or like some holiday tradition lol. They will never wake up from the emotional veil they have over themselves, it’s not something they even realize is there. That said, they’re nice people who express their love in their sort of limited ways and I’ve come around to appreciating them. Their limitedness frustrates my husband but he accepts them, tempers his expectations, and does love and care for them. That all said, they’re not my parents, so I get it must be hard to get this vibe from the people who raised you once you’ve grown beyond it. But I think if you want some kind of relationship you have to search for acknowledgment and emotional maturity elsewhere and just accept who they are. |
It is not easy to let go. My father was financially successful, but hated me with a fierce passion. Always called me fat dumb and lazy, and inexplicably, gay (not the case). Consistently abused. I reacted relatively calmly and at 18 and left for university entirely on my own, financially and otherwise. Attended university on an athletic scholarship and did very well academically in both undergrad and grad. A professional success with two great kids and a long marriage. I couldn’t build a life with my father around. After five decades of no contact, a friend of his called me to inform me he passed away. I did not go to the memorial service because I didn’t really know him. I determined my closure was in understanding there would be no closure. Over the decades I wanted to have a fatherly connection but I had to be logical and realize it wasn’t possible. You have to walk your own path. It isn’t easy. I was much more involved with my mother. It wasn’t a parent child relationship. She was an unemployed severe addict in my teen years and throughout my 20’s, and I stood by her out of fear of if I didn’t she wouldn’t have made it. She was a kind person but never adulted throughout her life. I loved her though so I had the emotions of frustrated expectations. I actually st times found the no contact thing with my father less turbulent. I had a twin brother who passed away prematurely and who was grossly favored by both my parents. A brilliant athlete and scholar who achieved general wealth on his own, he lived to dominate to overcome his circumstances- it killed him as living a life with the intensity of a 100 suns takes its toll. He had nothing to do with either my mother or father. I was a boundary setter for him - the only one in his life. Clearly I failed. Being the grossly disfavored twin was a blessing- it made leaving much easier. |
I’m so sorry. Some of us don’t get the parents we deserve. It sounds like you have persevered and built a wonderful life for yourself. I’m disfavored too. But I have peace in my life. |
| I don’t know OP but likely my parents do the same. What the did is so f*ed up I can’t even begin to explain it here. I am no contact. It hurts but they are the past and I am my own future. |
Yes! Disfavored daughter here. We should start our own club. Thank you for those who shared your experiences, it can be so lonely. |
I was not only my mom's least favorite, she despised me. Weirdly, I was my dad's favorite. It was a confusing childhood and I never understood why my mom didn't love me. |
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your parents might be emotionally unavailable narcs.
maybe they grew up unheard. |
It was not easy being treated poorly, but the result of that treatment was leaving my parents at 18. I mean I was poor, but only in a transitory sense. I had terrific freedom and didn't abuse it. No drugs, no alcohol, learned to like my own path. Traveled for athletics, living on per diem and the two for one Hardee's coupons. So not a victim in any way. After my first paycheck after college, I ran to the grocery store and relished I could afford a block of Velveeta, of all things. I don't appreciate those days enough, especially living an upper middle class life. I do get the loneliness thing. I came back from the Penn Relays and immediately went to the grade board. In an honors class of 13', I learned I was one of two to receive highest honors, The best feeling ever. I didn't have a social life so couldn't share with anyone. I reacted by sprinting with joy back to my campus apartment, asking what the heck did I do that for? But I knew my future was forever changed. Very lucky.,The honors adviser took a chance on me. There are good people out there. |
Were you a traumatic birth? I had a traumatic birth with my first, and family pretty much took him out of my arms and made themselves my guests the second visiting hours started. It went on for weeks. It really screwed up my ability to bond with him - I have to work at it constantly even now. My bond with my second - born during the height of Covid restrictions - was so much more natural, even though he was objectively a harder baby. |