I understand that some families just aren't close. Or, that some people just can't get along with their family. It's always been hard for me, because my family has always been close. I enjoy spending time with my family, and doing things with them. I've always been happiest those times when there was a lot of family living nearby. I've spent a good deal of time far away, though.
I do try to take my W's upbringing into account because it really was a lonely, unsupported, alienating childhood. It's easy to say that at some point an adult needs to move beyond that, but those defining childhood experiences are hard to shake.
