What a story, OlderNoWiser
Estrangement is always sad, whatever the cause. I often think there is a back story which people are either in denial about, or just don't want to share.
When I was between the ages of 12-14, I had an uncle (dead now) who was very creepy with me - he made me feel very uncomfortable and tried to touch me sexually. I am certain if I had not made sure I was never alone with him after that he would have done so - as it was, after two or three horrid encounters I never even sat on a sofa with him. I didn't tell my parents. On my wedding day, it so happened he gave me a lift somewhere and I was alone in the car with him, and he tried to engage me in some sort of sex talk. WHAT A CREEP. I still said nothing to my parents!
Then about 10 years later, my mother asked me why I was always so 'off' with Uncle X on family occasions. Apparently I was noticeably cool with him. So I told her.
She was horrified, and so was my dad. Nothing was ever done about it, and I never confronted him - just made sure my own children were not at any risk from him.
But I could have decided I was going to cut him and my aunt out of my life, and not told anyone why - just to avoid going into details, and to avoid the hurt that my grandmother would have experienced. I was certainly not going to the police. I didn't cut them out, as it happened, but I would have been perfectly justified in doing so. And then people might have thought how cruel I was (this aunt and uncle had no children and had a lot to do with me and my sibs).
I am not saying that this is necessarily the sort of thing that always lies behind estrangement - sometimes people are just horrible to each other. But as I say, there may be a back story that most people are not aware of.
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, our deepened relationship with our DS is indeed a beautiful silver lining to the cloud that casts a permanent shadow over our lives. Knowing that one of our 2 children, who were raised the same way, loves us as much as our DS does, has helped to validate us, not just as parents but as human beings. When your own child cuts you out of their lives, not just the pain but the feeling of worthlessness is beyond words.