It’s the first time I’ve spoken to either of my parents in nearly four months. They will send a text here and there, probably to check that I’m still alive, but aside from that, we don’t communicate. There was no real fight, no falling out, and I’ve never explained my upset over how disinterested they seem in having a child or me being alive. But once I left for Sweden, what little relationship we did have seemed to completely vanish.
