Schizophrenic father, codependent upbringing and mental/verbal/physical abuse is the short story. I may one day finish writing down the long story as a series of memoirs. I have already written some of it down and even penned one flash-fabulism in my LiveJournal (LJFriends-locked) as well.
Our (large!) extended and immediate family not only live apart with attendent divorce and remarriage related issues (including step-siblings not becoming at all close due to the remarriage of parents occuring when the step-siblings are all grown and, except for one at the time, living away from home) but my immediate family itself has never been that 'huggy'. Before dad's schizophrenia worsened my brother and I used to rough-and-tumble with him a lot with all the usual tickling and so on but that all stopped when I was about 8 or 9.
Like many extended families these days we all live in different parts of the country/world. We do not all live in one big house or on one street in the same town. We rarely see each other but do, at least, keep in sporadic contact via email, SMS, phone and mail with occasional face-to-face get-togethers and visits.
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