Internet Users Tell What Ruined Relationships With Their Families (Heart Tight Confessions)

Who can be closer to you than your own family—your children, parents, and siblings? Yes, family is everything. It happens that, unfortunately, many times the relationships between parents and children, siblings and even between grandchildren and grandparents can quickly deteriorate. And the reasons for this are diverse.

Users of Reddit and Pikabu sites tried to find an answer to a touching question: why do parents and children become strangers to each other, move away or stop loving each other? The team of awesome.club was able to hear the cry of the soul of the author of each comment.

This is my great-grandmother’s story. She was a young black woman and her native language was Creole. She was born in Florida, but when the situation regarding blacks began to deteriorate there, her family moved to Texas. Her parents had high hopes that she would marry a rich, fair-skinned man who would take care of her.

But she knew my great grandfather, a poor black man. Her parents threatened to disown her if she continued to date the boy. Afterwards, she became pregnant and her parents abandoned her, an attitude that was followed by the rest of the family. Then the couple moved to California, the two improved their lives and had a daughter. But my great-grandmother never found her family again. © zuzumotai

My ex-wife disowned our son. We got married early, she got pregnant six months later. And it looks like she never had a connection with him. The best she did was post pictures of them together on Instagram, strutting like the best mom. When we decided to divorce and discuss custody, she said, “I don’t want any responsibility.” That sentence hurt me more than anything that had ever happened to me before. My biological father wanted nothing to do with me and I saw this happening with my own son and his mother. I gained custody of the boy and my ex got married a year later. Her parents are still out of my son’s life and she continues to give up dating. He is 7 years old now and he is used to this situation, but I know that it has an influence on his development. She sucks. But it’s life. © Yardbird753

During her childhood, she would steal our belongings, then she started forging vouchers and even stole her sisters’ Christmas presents. Afterwards, she went through arrests for robberies, assaults and drug trafficking. The final straw was leaving the child and moving out of town to be with a married man for a few years. Her son is now 11 years old. All his words are an endless lie. Who is she? She is my stepdaughter. I met her when I was 8 years old, but I still love her. © sonican22

I am the third child in our family. My sister is 2 years older than me and my brother is 7 years younger. All my life I felt like a stranger to my parents. They related to their children in a very strange way: overprotective of my brothers and total disrespect for me. I don’t remember a time when my parents hugged me, kissed me, or asked me how I was. I went unnoticed by them. And today, by chance, I heard them talking to our neighbors about how to raise children and the importance of affection and care in shaping their personality. © DimaValerich

This is my husband’s story. He was the third child in the family and all the love was given to the middle child; all the worries and conversations there were were just about him. As I understand it, my husband’s mother had a difficult pregnancy and delivery and he was sick very often as a child. All this concern influenced the rest of his life, making him a failure. As a consolation, it remains to know that our family loves him and friends respect him. The rest doesn’t matter. It’s a shame, of course, but it could be worse. © Sonatik

I wouldn’t say I disowned my son or stopped loving him, but I feel that constant love is getting harder and harder. He is almost 14 years old and admitted to a hospital. In the last two years, he has been arrested several times, assaulted my wife, our daughters and our neighbors’ children. He would run away from school and home, go to the roof and threaten to jump. We’ve become one of those families that receives visits from the police on a regular basis.

He has become even meaner as he gets older and physically stronger and honestly, I can’t find a way out of this situation. My son was diagnosed with highly functional autism and bipolar disorder. That is, we try to get away from a hurricane, hoping that it will not harm our lives. In most situations, he does not know how to control himself. My wife and I want a better life for him, but we are always worried about our daughters’ lives. I can’t take all this anymore. © Veritech_

In the second year of elementary school, I already went to the dentist alone and always dealt with any bureaucratic issue on my own. After graduation, I moved to another city and entered university without any help from my family. My parents still don’t know what course I’m taking or where I study. It is worth mentioning that they had helped my older brother and also my younger sister with their studies, they always looked for all the necessary information, found an apartment for rent and solved all the problems that arose. I always felt a bit of a hermit. © juliya.shy

My parents stopped talking to me when I married a girl I chose. We are from India where marriage should be discussed with your family. Only a year after my son was born, my mother started talking to me and her grandson. My father usually talks only to my son. But nobody talks to my wife. © wolfchaits

My niece moved in with me. She didn’t have a father, her mother left her with her grandmother and when my grandmother got sick, I had no choice. I took care of her as much as I could, but in a way, it was too late. She was a rebellious teenager, a liar and a drug addict. Psychologists and medications didn’t help; I think they even made the situation worse because our relationships got more and more complicated, so much so that I couldn’t trust her. She lied to me about everything. She even managed to graduate from school, but disappeared just before entering college. It was difficult to find her, but I managed and shortly after, I asked her to leave the house: my patience ran out.

She moved out the same day. After that, she hit rock bottom, but I still hope she manages to change. I give her money from time to time, pay some of her bills. I love her? Yes No doubt. But did I deny it? Also yes. Now she’s a legal adult and can make her own bad decisions. I can’t do anything more for her. © ioptah

My parents are members of Jehovah’s Witnesses. They abandoned my brothers when I was a teenager, according to the rules of their religion. They say that if those close to you know “the truth” but refuse to follow it, you must abandon them. And I was disowned when I was 19. I was shocked and felt defeated. Then they changed their minds, but a few years later they abandoned me again. Eventually, I stopped caring for them and being a part of their lives. © Mizzscarlett2pt0

My father wanted to have at most one child. And I ended up being born. I went alone to my first day at school. My mother is a teacher and would have to work that day. It was one of the most important days of life, but who cares? And graduation… I won’t comment, it’s too sad. I never heard my parents call me daughter. Even my mother called me by my name… Which was very rare too. And why do I not like them? © kira59

My parents abandoned me, but it was deserved. I was a womanizer and I was addicted to drugs for a long time. My mother’s patience to solve my problems and see me self-destruct came to an end. I started to live away from home; so she found me and said she wanted nothing more to do with me and asked me to leave her alone. If she felt drained, I can imagine how hard it was for her to bear it all.

But that was the best thing you did for me. After spending time as a homeless addict, I decided to go to a detox clinic. It’s been 15 years since I managed to overcome the situation. After I got better, I called my mother, and little by little, we made up again and now we are very close. I will always be grateful to her for letting me hit rock bottom and allowing me into her life again. © pickmeacoolname

My brothers and I stopped talking to our older brother because a few years before, he used to abuse two boys as an adult. He was unrepentant and twisted the whole story as if the boys were to blame. It was disgusting to realize that one of the people you loved the most behaved so meanly towards others, showing all their disrespect. The good news is that my other brothers and I have grown closer and we can now admire all the good that each of us has. © HeidiU521

Can we tell here about adopted children too? We adopted a very handsome boy, he was 3 years old. Even though we noticed some mental disorders in him, we thought they were consequences of his suffering childhood. But it all got worse quickly. When he was 7, he hit our dog with a golf club. We proceeded to distance him from our dog and cat. Once, the cat disappeared and we thought it had run away. Only several years later, we found out that our son had killed the poor thing and dumped the body in the forest.

The final straw was that he set our house on fire. We admitted our son to a rehabilitation clinic, where he spent two years. All the while, he bullied his roommate, becoming more and more cruel. Later, the insurance company stopped covering the costs of his hospital stay and we had to choose: pay for the clinic ourselves or take our son home. But at home, leaving the boy near our youngest children was dangerous. We ended up leaving him at the hospital, the doctors agreed. We even filed a complaint of abuse from our family. I don’t love him. I wish him all the best but without any feelings. © Steph83

When I was 28, I asked my biological father why he never wanted to meet me after his divorce from my mother. He said he hadn’t thought to discuss custody because that would have forced him to pay child support. The fear of the pension made him stop talking to a 9-year-old child. Lately, he’s been doing the same with my two younger stepsisters. © ParrotParent

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