family estrangement

How does family estrangement start?

If you’ve blogged for more than about, ooh, five minutes, chances are you’ve offended someone with your blog.

Me too, friends, me too.

Except in my case I really offended someone with my blog. It’s pretty bad. So bad that I haven’t had any contact with a big chunk of my adopted family for two and a half years.

If you’re wondering what the HELL happened, well, you’re not the only one.

Where it Started

As best as I can understand, I wrote a blog post that someone in the family thought was about them. They thought I’d written something that “eviscerated” them in a public forum.

I’d written a post about myself, and my plans for the upcoming holidays. In a long post, I’d briefly touched on how I wanted a quiet holiday season, because it had been a hard year, and sometimes I feel like a failure at big family events, being the only one who’s divorced, who doesn’t have a proper job or a grown-up pension. I said it can be hard, sometimes, because my family is brilliant and supportive but they don’t shy away from telling me when I’m being an idiot. And mostly that’s fine, but other times it’s … a lot.

I thought it was the sort of thing lots of people with families would relate to. But my relative assumed I was being snarky about their family, and insulting them in particular. Which is what they told me in a series of angry WhatsApp messages.

Faced with a furious relative, I was horrified. I tried to explain it was a misunderstanding, I said that I was so sorry, it wasn’t what I intended, and I changed the post right away. My relative sent a couple more irate messages, culminating in them telling me that no matter what I said, I knew what I’d done, and how could I be so disrespectful to their family, especially considering they had always been nothing but kind to me.

Shocked and hurt, I withdrew. I took WhatsApp off my phone, and waited. Things will calm down, I thought.

my family won't talk to me

And So It Ends

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t to find that my relative (and their immediate family) would never speak to us again.

A month after the WhatsApp messages, it was Christmas. Our relatives sent gifts via a third party. They asked other people to come to our house to collect things of theirs that were here. We don’t know if they ever received the gifts my daughter had chosen and wrapped for them.

In the New Year, I sent a long letter, apologising. I didn’t get into, “I didn’t mean that,” or anything else that felt like an excuse. I just said I could understand why they were hurt, and I accepted responsibility and apologised, and realised I should have written with more care. I said we loved them, and missed them, and wanted to fix things. Nothing.

For more than a year, I continued to try and make amends. I sent cards and flowers and gifts for the kids. When they were ill, we sent cake. When their daughter went to college, I sent a gift card. Finally, I sent a long, heartfelt email explaining how devastated I was, that I would say or do whatever they needed to resolve things, and I could cope with anything except being cut off by my family.

It made no difference at all. We got the odd perfunctory “thanks for the card” text here and there, but for the most part we were ignored. A global pandemic came, my birth mother died, my business almost collapsed and… nothing changed.

It gets harder to keep trying. It gets hard to think of thoughtful gestures for people who you suspect think you’re trash. And sometimes you just have to respect what someone wants, or in this case, doesn’t want.

Life Goes On

The thing about trying to mend fences is that every time it doesn’t work, you start to think that maybe you ARE a terrible person. It can be hard to hold onto your self-worth when part of your family doesn’t want to know you.

But if that’s you, let me tell you, friend – life goes on.

If your relative continues to freeze you out, then at some point, it’s okay to stop trying. At some point it’s okay to tell yourself, “I’m a good person. I deserve better than this.”  Go and invest your time and energy in people and relationships that nourish you and make you happy. Allow yourself to move through the stages of grief, and trust that time helps.

As you get some perspective on your situation, you’ll realise that this stuff happens all the time. The charity Stand Alone estimates that at any given time, one in five British families have someone who is estranged from another family member. Additionally, one in 10 mothers is said to be estranged from at least one adult child. I suspect the figures are even higher in the case of families where children are adopted.

Why does family estrangement happen?

When this all kicked off, I felt guilty, embarrassed and worthless. It hit every sore spot I have around being adopted. Look at me – my family of origin didn’t want me, my marriage failed, and now my adoptive family don’t want me. WOW, I must be a crappy person.

But actually, the more I talk to people, the more I realise how common these splits are. In all sorts of families. And actually, many families don’t have just one estrangement. There is often a pattern of family splits and arguments – which might make you feel better about a situation. It’s not necessarily about you. This might just be how that family copes with conflict – by cutting people off.

This doesn’t mean a family estrangement isn’t tough.

I obviously can’t speak for anyone else in my family, but this experience has been really hard for me and Flea.

My daughter spent 14 years of her life with aunts and uncles and cousins and second cousins. And now most of those people have disappeared from her life. That’s a hell of a thing to watch your child try to make sense of.

My parents (who are remaining resolutely neutral and ignoring the situation in the most British way you can imagine) have lost the joy of having all their family around them on special occasions. I’ve lost my only surviving sibling. We’re having to adjust to being a smaller family than we were before, and I’m honestly just left counting down the days until we can move, and I don’t need to worry about who I’ll bump into in the supermarket.

It’s a Long Road

Lucky for me, I have friends and parents who are supportive (and know that I can be thoughtless, but rarely malicious). This situation has made me grateful for the people who are in my life for keeps.

I think about what will happen in years to come. Quite apart from the immediate dispute, it’s the sadness down the line that compounds estrangements. I cried when I had to rewrite my will and appoint new executors and guardians for my girl, because we don’t have those people in our life any more. It’s hard when people ask about what’s happened, because it doesn’t make sense to me. It sounds ridiculous because it IS ridiculous.

I can’t pretend the situation makes sense to me, because it doesn’t. But I can say we should talk about it more. There’s so little insight into why these family estrangements happen, and how they get resolved. Or, if they can’t be resolved, how do we put them into the proper perspective, and move forward?

What I’ve Learned about Family Estrangement

For what it’s worth, I think I’ve learned three things through the process of family estrangement:

  • I think splits often happen because one or both people involved find it really difficult to handle confrontation. That’s especially true if one person is already struggling with other issues – they might just not have the mental or emotional energy to deal with yet another hard thing. In this case, could having some act as mediator help? Could you resolve the conflict via letters or over the phone?
  • What seems like a dramatic reaction to one small event probably isn’t. It’s more likely the result of an unhealthy dynamic that’s built up over time, perhaps with a series of tiny upsets or offence. Family splits often seem trivial but when we look closer, it’s about someone feeling ignored, or slighted or patronised over many years. Understanding broader family dynamics might help you make sense of a situation.
  • That said, don’t waste your life trying to understand something that’s just not rational. Remember people are weird and they do strange things because they have complicated feelings and soft spots and flaws, and given that nobody is perfect, it’s a lot easier to forgive someone their flaws than to make sense of them.
  • You don’t need to feel ashamed or embarrassed by a family split. These things happen and whether you initiate the split or someone else does, it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be happy, or have people in your life that will cherish and appreciate you.
  • Keep an open mind and try not to fall into the trap of saying “never” because you’re angry or hurt. In years to come it may be possible to resume some sort of relationship. Even if that doesn’t happen, it can help to know that you didn’t end things on unnecessarily bad terms.
  • You CAN apologise, you CAN try to make amends but you CAN’T make someone want to be a part of your life. What you can do is forgive yourself for making a mistake, learn from it, and use that knowledge to have better relationships with people who do want to be in your life.

Be kind to yourself and try to keep an open heart. You never know when it might be possible to have a healthier, happier relationship with your family in the future.

Trying to move on from family estrangement? These posts might help 

If you’re dealing with family drama and wondering how to move past estrangement, you might find these posts from other bloggers helpful:

Alina: Why I’m Happier now I’m Estranged from my Parents

Erica: Dealing with Grief and the Death of an Estranged Parent

Chloe: Talking to Kids about Family Estrangement 

Nigel: The older I get, the more it hurts (sibling estrangement)