Do you have a Good Relationship with your Parents?
Every day in the news I hear stories about fights among members of the same family, usually parents and sons or daughters, for various reasons (money, jealousy etc). Some of those discussions end up dramatically, with one of the persons dead or seriously injured.
I do get along great with my mother and my Grandmother. As for my father I have had no contact with him in over 4 years even though he lives 10 minutes away. As in all families, sometimes we disagree about something, or argue for a while. But never to the point of getting physical.
How do you get along with your parents? Do you have a close relationship? If you dont, why not?


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But,he did die suddenly when I was 24 then I was left to acknowledge my mother's love, too.
Mom and I didn't always see eye to eye as she was way too conventional for me but we were able to bridge the gap before she died.
I am proud to say today that I did have a great relationship with each of them. I sure still miss them some days but grateful that I have had the opportunity not only to be their daughter but to have the communication still continue past the veil.
My mom is barely alive at 86. She can no longer communicate and I am afraid that she too will pass shortly. Have your relationships now! Before it's too late!
We never really got along well. Mom seems to date loser alcoholics and I just want to have a mom instead of having to be the parent my self as well as a consulor to her or anyone else for that matter.
I am however close to my grandfather (dad's dad) and he even did the father daughter dance at my wedding with me. My dad never showed because my stepmom forbid him since my mom was going to be there. They couldn't even be civil for that. Things have since taken a worse turn and my dad and I haven't spoken in a few months. They are also preventing my half sibs from seeing and talking to us agian. I feel even worse because they are missing out on watching their grand daughter grow up. They think there church friends are more important than family...at least us.My dad even wanted me to basically kidnap my younger brother and force him to visit them. When I said no and that give him time I was called names by him and my stepmom. I ended up moving out and in with my now hubby by the time I was 17. Since then mom and I talk a few times a week but I have to ignore most what she says because all she does is complain about work, the alcoholic boyfriend she lives with and money trouble. So, I'm not close with anyone in my family but my grandfather. He's a wonderful guy thats for sure. We talk at least twice a week for about 30 minutes each time. We always are catching up and talking about things. So, if anything ever happened to him I think I'd lose it.
It is a shame that I had to get away from him to really get a good perspective on life in general and my life and mistakes. I only talk to him once in a while and when I get off the phone I am always a wreck. If I say anything to him about his drinking or looking for a lower paying job, he lashes out and puts me down. I talked to his sister a few months ago and learned that while he was living on her couch he aired a lot of my skeletons that I would have preferred were kept in the closet. I just don't need someone in my life that is going to be a constant drain, but at the end of the day he is my dad.
I even set him up with a job and a place to live with my XBF in Washington and he hated that and just disappeared on him one day. He had little rent, $250, 20 acres to play with, and a job that while blue-color paid really well and had benefits. He said that he was bored, there were no women and that the job was beneath him. It was embarrassing and was really hard to set up in the first place emotionally since it was with an X. (I am sure that it was really hard for my X too, because he was hoping that it would bring me back) I won't go out on a limb for him anymore.
My mom and I are close, too close. We have spent the last year trying to create healthy boundaries. I am in my thirties and up until I moved in with my BF a year ago, if she didn't talk to me everyday she would get in a panic about my welfare. We are now down to lunch once a week, so she can make sure that I am eating and phone calls or emails every few days.
Whew, who knew that raising parents was so hard!