I've been no contact for 4 years with my whole family. While it was my mother who did the most damage, my whole family was complicit, they never tried to see my side, they always turned a blind eye, so I cut them all off.

I get these moments now where I really wish I could text my sister like "hey, what was the name of that movie we liked to watch at Christmas?" Or ask someone "what was the nickname we had for that food we would make at family gatherings?". I'm human, and I forget these little details, and I just wish I had someone to reminisce about the few good moments.

I just wish I had someone to call up and be like "omg, do you remember when this happened? It was so funny!" Or "i heard uncle died, remember when he did this?"

It's just not the same telling it to my (amazing, supportive) husband.

The latest thing for me is I was watching That 70s show and they had a weenie dog named Schatze. Our family dog was a weenie dog named Schatze. I really wish I could just call my mom and ask her "hey, did you name our dog after this show?". The answer wouldn't change my life or anything, but I just want to know, and I have no way of knowing. It just sucks.