Do you have good relationships with your extended family?

[BurtReynolds]

I try to avoid contact at all costs.

[Peeps]

my dads side of the family i have a good relationship with one cousin and my aunt (his mom), 2 cousins and their kids and wives, 1 cousin and her husband. another cousin (their brother) i try to avoid any updates about as it just isnt worth it. while his marriage was hitting the shitter he reached out to my then current GF and wanted to get together with her. then after he was dating someone and introduced him to another girlfriend a few month later he again tried to arrange meeting her for dinner.

other cousins (two female and one male, i dont know their extended family too well as they live in ohio and michigan.) i get along great with as i do with their mom and dad.

my other uncle and his wife i keep at an arms distance. my uncle posted on fb if you want to stay friends post here and i didnt see it so i got defriended. and here i thought i was the childish one of the family

my moms side of the family we all get along great and holidays are such a fun time. my cousins wives kind of shake their heads because we make fun of each other and laugh at the stupidest of things

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

I haven’t really kept in touch with my dad’s side since his passing. He was an only child so it’s all second cousins, etc.

I’ve always been closer with my mom’s side (six brothers). They’re all very liberal and outspoken, which is fine but it has sometimes led to feuds. Very opinionated bunch. I keep out of all that to avoid conflict, and I’m not a bleeding heart type anyway.

[Peeps]

I haven’t really kept in touch with my dad’s side since his passing. He was an only child so it’s all second cousins, etc.

I’ve always been closer with my mom’s side (six brothers). They’re all very liberal and outspoken, which is fine but it has sometimes led to feuds. Very opinionated bunch. I keep out of all that to avoid conflict, and I’m not a bleeding heart type anyway.

thats my facebook uncle. i am by no means a trump fan but he was definitely the definition of TDS. he actually called my brother a nazi because he didnt condem trump (my brother leans conservative). it was then i decided i would distance myself from him

[spike]

I haven’t really kept in touch with my dad’s side since his passing. He was an only child so it’s all second cousins, etc.

I’ve always been closer with my mom’s side (six brothers). They’re all very liberal and outspoken, which is fine but it has sometimes led to feuds. Very opinionated bunch. I keep out of all that to avoid conflict, and I’m not a bleeding heart type anyway.

thats my facebook uncle. i am by no means a trump fan but he was definitely the definition of TDS. he actually called my brother a nazi because he didnt condem trump (my brother leans conservative). it was then i decided i would distance myself from him

To keep things interesting, my older cousin on my mom’s liberal side has become very conservative and outspoken over the years. She operates a known conservative website in the area. She’s also nuts, and has been ostracized by the family. Every six months or so, she pings the family email chain to remind us that we’re all horrible people who put politics ahead of blood. This is usually sparked by someone in the family responding in opposition to one of her conservative Facebook posts. I read her ramblings then delete them and don’t think about them again til the next time.

[doug rr]

ever since my dad died 2 years ago I basically have no contact with my mom, brother, sister and brother in law...I do keep in touch with their 2 daughters though because they are normal humans

[spike]

ever since my dad died 2 years ago I basically have no contact with my mom, brother, sister and brother in law...I do keep in touch with their 2 daughters though because they are normal humans

Will they inherit your vast fortune/empire?

[doug rr]

ever since my dad died 2 years ago I basically have no contact with my mom, brother, sister and brother in law...I do keep in touch with their 2 daughters though because they are normal humans

Will they inherit your vast fortune/empire?

thats the plan as of now..the youngest one will get more as the older one is horrible with money

[BurtReynolds]

Pretty sure that once my saintly grandmother dies, none of us will ever see each other again outside of funerals.

[spike]

*flat earther conventions

[Jorge]

My extended family on my dad's side are all very traditional and religious. We get along well but the moment we start discussing God or politics there's only so far we can go before one party decides to change the subject. But yeah we get along

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

My extended family has all but died. I have one cousin left - who has isolated himself away from the family. When I tried to visit - and check in on him, his wife, and son, after pandemic travel restrictions eased- he made up a bunch of excuses then set the parameter that we could meet for a take out lunch in a park but had to sit far apart and wear masks. I was traveling to see him. So a sack lunch in the park was fine. Whatever.

I got there and the morning we were set to meet in the park, he calls to cancel.


Good luck with the rest of your life, cousin comrade.

[Whitey McTeeth]

No one besides my parents. Half my family lined up and consoled my mom like I was dead when I came out. The other half I burned that bridge with my odd behavior when I was using. Since I’ve been clean I’d love to mend some of the relationships, but I don’t even know if it’s worth the effort.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

No one besides my parents. Half my family lined up and consoled my mom like I was dead when I came out. The other half I burned that bridge with my odd behavior when I was using. Since I’ve been clean I’d love to mend some of the relationships, but I don’t even know if it’s worth the effort.

Do a living amends for the relationships you think are destined to be toxic

Does a living amends require a drum circle?

[Monkey_Driven]

Yes, they are all fine to great people who make time to help each other when needed. I wouldn't say I am super close with many, but we are on friendly terms with everyone. I'm sure we would be closer if we lived in the same state.

I'm closer to my wife's extended family because they together much more frequently, which includes a week long reunion at a lake resort each summer.

[wease]

I have cousins on my mom’s side of the family I’m very close to. Also, aunts and uncles. On my dad’s side we weren’t around many of the cousins our age but there are two we grew up quite close with but don’t really see that much anymore. We never had a first cousin on that side until I was already an adult as my dad’s brother didn’t get married until later in life. I’m kinda close with him as he was always into Star Wars and Star Trek and we’ll talk about that when we get together but I’ve never really been close to her.

[Anders]

Used to be incredibly tight, but through the years it's a little less every year. A bit sad really, but life an be like that. Everyone gets older, someone dies. I applaud those who manage to keep a tight extended family.