The only person I ever had any kind of comfortable relationship with is my mother - and by "comfortable relationship" I mean I have few inhibitions in what I say. The thing is, how much I actually care about her has...waned, over the years. That sounds horrible. But to me it felt like a defensive thing: her own mood swings, annual threats to commit suicide, and general emotional unpredictability (at least to me) scared me enough I guess I just detached. It's easier to just shut down (mostly) my capacity to be hurt be her, though I'm easily "hurt" by anyone else and often things unrelated to me. I also find I like her less as a person as I mature myself.

I was much more attached to my father, but I was too young when he died to have had any kind of mature, emotional relationship there.