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My old girl has done wonders for me and gave me the absolute best start she could for me. My old man wasn't really dad-material but he did his best, and we got on a lot better once I had wisened up and started working, before he kicked the bucket.

My sole grandmother was wonderful until she carked it fairly early on.

My other half is a cracking gal and I'm punching well above my weight with her. The boys are doing alright for themselves and they're fantastic for who they are - I'm enjoying the honeymoon period before they realise their dad is an arsehole!

All in all, 8/10, would run with again. B+++++

My dad is dead and he was a beast in human skin, so that's great! My mom is sweet and mostly harmless but immature and hedonistic (as in, she gets blackout drunk, goes fucking crazy and she's past the age of 60) and I'm a religious man who doesn't drink and practices and preaches self-restraint, lol. But, honestly, she indirectly taught me to accept folks the way they are to a certain degree so I choose to maintain the relationship, see her positively and shower her with love and kind words, and she doesn't drink much around me which I feel is a good compromise. 👍

In small doses we're good.

It helps we live on different continents.

Edit: this would bapply to mine and my wife's family we grew up with.

Our family we made gets along very well, one is snoring on the sofa bed now and the other we're visiting next month. and we also have several non blood related family.

It's good, with one point of contention: I stopped going to church a decade ago, while my family has remained devoutly religious. While I wasn't disowned, it remains a rift that we sometimes have to awkwardly dance around.

Most of the time it's fine: I don't discuss my atheism, and they don't discuss the theological aspects of their church life. But sometimes it gets weird, like one camp is unsure where the boundaries for polite conversation are.

I get on great with all my family.
Christmas is a hoot when we all get together and I love looking after any nieces and nephews asked of me and i know my sisters live my kids.
My parents are ace they moved away for retirement but we try and visit them as often as we can.

I’d say very good. Extended Mediterranean family. Obviously major shit happens, and we are not always best friends, but core is good. Any of us would donate a kidney for any of the others without asking, even if not on best terms.

I was on the way to a substance addiction some years back. Support was impeccable, and not judgemental, at least to my face. We can be very temperamental and brash to each other, but would put our life on the line for them the next minute.

Both sides of my family are good. I'm more attached to my first cousins on my dad's side than my mom's. But I am attached more to my parents and my grandparents. I feel happier now since my wife and I are separated and I can feel like I can talk to them without any repercussions.

My dad was the black sheep, deeply so. I know no one on that side of the family, and he died recently. So yeah.

Mom's side I know everybody generally, but my parents raised me in a cult and only had marginal actual connections with anybody to speak of. I have two cousins and one aunt I'm... somewhat close to.

I always had a great relationship with mom and dad, despite the fact that I left the religion. But I don't feel like I had any family really besides mom and dad.

My wife has a big family and they all like me. So that's been a help.

I tolerate my mum because I live with her, and am basically unofficial no contact with the rest. I don't actually care if they show up but I'm not gonna go see them.

My family is full of people who specifically hate immigrants, LGBT and deny climate change above any other issue, so uh.. fuck em.

Inner family (mum, sister, BIL, nephew): mostly OK. Major issues between them and me have been fixed; the ones that can't be fixed are no biggie. I'm living again with my mum, for the benefit of both; but the other three visit fairly often, for example today my nephew is going to spend the full day here (he got no classes today!).

I lost contact with most of my outer maternal family (aunts/uncles, cousins). I'm not too interested on them, so when my mum fought them I said "meh, who cares".

Major exception is a paternal aunt - kind of weird since she lives in another city. We often talk by phone, and I make sure to check on her sometimes.

My side: parents ok, they live close by so I see them regularly. Brother is kind of a dead beat, so I don't go out of my way to connect with him. Nephews (adult) exist somewhere, but not really in my inner circle.

Wife's side: parents ok, they also live close by. SIL and husband also ok, just got back from holiday with them. Nephews (also adult) ok.

Wife and kids all great.

None in existence. My pos dad is dead which is great so he can't harm more people. I haven't spoken to mother since I turned 18. I think the world will brighten the day she dies, she is the epitome of evil. My sisters both were victims of horrific abuse but failed to go to therapy or get help. One is a sex addict predator and one is a narcissist which is forgive able and understandable given our lives but I cannot maintain a relationship with a narcissist safely. I am a giver / people pleaser so I easily fall into harmful patterns. I do so wish it could be better.

I'm allowed to survive. I know how to combat dogma really well.

I'd do anything to escape where I have been for the last decade. I may be in the very early stages of that now. I really hope so.

I'm kept in this prison by my family as much as I am by my physical disability. To try and leave on my terms will result in troubles as it did in the past. Without cohabitation, no one cares; which crushes me because I care about everyone. I only guard and protect myself from dangerous people I do not understand well.

Love my mom and order sister and we regularly chat and have book club. We're all waiting to hear the prognosis of Mom's breast cancer.

Don't really talk to my dad anymore. He's religious and any time I've tried to open up to him, it's gotten shut down real fast. He's okay with me as long as I mask and I got tired of that. He remarried and I have a half sister from that who tried to start writing letters back and forth with me, but stopped as soon as I said I wasn't interested in religion.