This thread has been so enlightening. I’ve wasted a great amount of time and emotional currency over trying to have a relationship with my “blood”family.
I have siblings who all live far away and are so tied up in self interests that they can’t seem to find the time to even call their older brother to see if I’m even still alive. All the people in my genetic family who actually loved me are gone.
I agree with everything that has already been said. Blood relatives don’t mean a damn thing. It’s how you are treated now that matters. You do have to realize one thing though. Being a parent is probably the hardest job in the world.
They can only be as good as they got themselves. I feel that as far as parents go I do owe them at least some kind of “moral” affection that I believe goes back as far as mankind itself. I remember telling my mother once when I was angry at life , “ well I didn’t ask to be born here “ ! Her response was, “well neither did I “. Blood relatives are all nothing but human beings too. And human beings are very imperfect.