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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
At a certain point in my personal life, I went through a divorce and lost some people close to me.
I'm oftentimes called away from my family... it's rather hard for me to be away from them. We're very close.
I am a divorced child, of divided, uncertain background. Within this division I - supposed fruit of their love - no longer exist. It happened nearly forty years ago, yet to me, nothing is sadder than my parents' divorce.
It was a long time in the making, my divorce. One day became less special than the next, and pretty soon, we ceased all conversation. It is a sad day when you have nothing left to say.
It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.
I have an extended family of close friends, guy and girls.
I'm blessed to have such a tight-knit family that we can talk about anything. Whether we talk frequently or not, since we're on separate ends of the country, there are a lot of moving parts, and we always stay tight and find that center ground that keeps us together.
It was hard saying goodbye to the 'iCarly' family just because we have become such a family, but I do get to see them all the time, and I stay in touch with them.
I have an amazing and supportive family. I'm fortunate to have a close relationship with everyone.
My mother isolated herself from all family and friends for some 20 years. And never met her grandchild, my son.