Ok..so my family story..
My brothers, 3 in all are..well, I dont know what...One is a teacher, another works for Ralph Lauren (he works at his estate), and my oldest brother is unemployed last I heard. He was working on Wall St. and is or was a mucky muck in the National Gaurd..Spent 2 years in Iraq, and after 27 yrs, I think he got out..
When I lived in NY, I lived within 15 minutes of all 3. I never saw them. We all just had our own lives and never bothered each other..I saw them once in a blue moon, and never since my mother passed away in 1980 have all 4 of us been in the same room together. We all sort of grew up on our own, and while we had some of the same friends, we didnt hang out together much. I havent seen two of my brothers on almost 4 years. I havnt spoken to any of them in well over a year. When I went to see them before my brain surgery, none of them showed up where we were supposed to meet. My sister set that up so I dont know what happened there..lol..
I was always sort of a black sheep..I didnt do what they expected me to do, and basically did whatever I wanted to..which in some ways pissed them off I guess, because while they were all married, etc, I was having fun..lol
When I moved to PA, I finally got my shit straightened out. They still dont know anything about my life here, and havent bothered to ask..If I see them, I see them..its no big deal to me..I have learned to just let it all go and not give a crap what they think about me..
My father is a whole nuther post..Short version is that ny parrents divorce when I was 2..I saw him about 4 times from the time I was 10 or so until I turned 40..I heard he was in a nursing home and dropped in to see him one day when I was in the area. He didnt know who I was at first..I went to visit him a few more times after that, but stopped going because he is a bitter old man, who thinks I am after money he doesnt have. He even told me that if I was coming around because I wanted money, he was leaving it all to a waitress he knows..lol..Hes the coolest white haired old dude with a ponytail in the nursing home..He is like 84 now, and rode a Harley up untill he was in his late 70s..
Dysfunctional, hell we got it covered...lol