I've estranged, and I've been estranged. I'm an American, and my family is very conservative. I'm not. My parents stopped going to church years before this happened, but they estranged me when I was 27 because I just got exasperated and said yes, I was sleeping with my boyfriend. I thought they'd just assumed that. Nope! They said they were taking me out of their wills (they didn't, as it turned out) and the mail I got was vicious: the word "whore" was part of it, for instance. I was angry and exasperated but just got on with what was a very busy life. The estrangement lasted till my father had a heart attack. My brother brought me to the hospital and my mother quoted the line from King Lear, "How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have an ungrateful child." My brother, who had never heard it, said "What does that mean?" I said "It's from King Lear. Lear says it because he has three children and he's angry because he thinks the youngest"--I was the youngest of three--"is ungrateful. Later it turns out that the other two try to kill him." Silence. Ooooo, BAD choice of a quotation, Mom. We slowly made up, and years later I was holding my father's hand when he died, telling him how much I loved him, because I did, profoundly.
I alienated one of my brothers a couple of years ago. I love him, and I thought we were on excellent terms. He had kidney cancer--he's in remission now--and we would talk cross-continent two or three times a week about all sorts of things. I was trying to be supportive, and I think I was. We told each other "You're my best friend." If he needed me I would have gotten on a plane, mid-pandemic, and gone to him. (Luckily that was unlikely--he's married and has three children who love and support him.) But even though we agreed not to talk politics . . . I am not an admirer of Donald Trump, and he is . . . he'd often drag something political into our phone calls and say things like "Ooops, I know I'm not supposed to mention politics" and I'd be irritated but say things like "Well have you seen any good movies lately?" and we'd move on.
A couple of years ago were trying to get the details on a family reunion sorted out and I kept asking him how long his doctor said we should isolate in an Airbnb before we saw him; the LAST thing I wanted was to bring covid his way. He just ignored that or said things like "My doctor doesn't give advice about covid." Oh right, in a pandemic. I kept writing emails and he kept dodging the question. I couldn't understand it. I took care of our brother who had a different cancer for years; I knew his doctors would have advice.
Then I emailed him for some advice about my son, whom he is close to. I have helped him with his kids, who are adults now, and been close to them for years, and he's often asked me for advice about them as they were growing up. His response is almost burned into my brain: it was an email that said "Any problem you have with your son is completely your fault. If you want to know who's the problem, go look in the mirror. I never want to see you again. Get help."
My husband says that in the 50 years he's know me he's never seen me so upset, or for such a long time. It was like a kick in the gut. I couldn't imagine he would say anything like it. I remember one day sitting in the bathtub with the water running and crying non-stop. I remember another day standing in the shower and crying non-stop. I didn't need running water to cry, though. I was a complete mess. My husband was stunned and then he was angry.
I wrote a vicious email back about all the many times I'd helped him and how wonderful I am--and I'm ashamed for doing that. He sent me something vicious back. I told my husband to go to the reunion; our son was flying in from abroad and I knew he'd want to see our him, but he decided he was not going. I certainly wasn't. After about five days I changed my phone number and got a new email address and told my son not to give either of them to my brother.
My son was FURIOUS with me. My brother and he'd been planning this reunion for a year and he thought I should just show up and sutptise him. My brother told him it was just a little mix-up and he and I would be on better terms soon. My brother certainly didn't apologize at any point. He's sent my husband a couple of emails but "Tell her I'm sorry for what I did" has not been in them. My son thought I was over-reacting. I didn't and don't. My brother can lash out at people--he had some problems with a DIL I love a lot and told his son "You need to choose between her and me." Dumb move: his son and DIL moved four states away in about a week.
I ultimately decided that I didn't want to be in contact with someone who knew me so well, genuinely loved me, and had that kind of massive cataclysmic ability to hurt me. But my son was furious for a long time, and the reunion happened on Mother's Day weekend. I heard nothing from him. I wasn't sure I ever would see him again. He insisted that my brother said I'd just "misinterpreted" things. I said "It's pretty hard to misinterpret 'I never want to see you again.'"
My son flew in from abroad and isolated for four days before the reunion. Afterwards he called and said "Well, Uncle R may get covid, but it won't be from me. No one isolated. No one wore a mask. Someone came in fresh from a trip to Disney World with his friends and wasn't masked." I honestly think my brother just didn't want me to witness the fact that he was not masking or asking people to isolate. I honestly think that was it.
I'm not unhappy about being estranged, frankly. I'm on good terms with his kids--we're in a Zoom book group together--and the truth is, my brother is a big talker and I mostly listened. He hurt my relationship with my son, at least for a while. And I really, really don't miss the sly insertions of Fox News into conversations.
My son invited us to visit him--yay!--and we spent two weeks together, traveling and enjoying ourselves hugely. Things are great with him; we talk to him about once a week and he has been saying we could get visas to stay with him for six months at a time. (That's lovely, but I am not about to stay with my son and his lovely partner for six months. I don't think any adult wants his parents around THAT much. I wish we could get a house swap, though.)
So: estranged by my parents for a time; estranged by my son for a time; and I've estranged my brother for all time and don't regret it. Whooo, this is a whale of a post.