One of my best friends from childhood ended up on heroin shortly after I moved away with my bf (now husband). We still talked occasionally through FB or Insta, but a few years ago we lost touch, and shortly after that my mom sent me a newspaper article about his arrest. They found CP on his phone and computer.. I refuse to write to him. Despite growing up together. That's a connection I'm glad to cut, no matter the circumstance.

My father and paternal grandmother chose to be homophobic when I (and my cousin) both came out of the closet. "We'll pray for your soul, but you're going to hell." My childhood was bad enough, but to be told that after coming out was the final straw. I haven't spoken to either of them in years. I don't even know if she's alive anymore.