When I was in college I got a call from one of my mom’s nephews asking if his “special” class could swing by my dorm as part of their field trip. I had enough problems back then trying to manage a full course load, a full time job, an internship, and beer/pizza weight gain. The last thing I needed was some relative I never spoke to with a possible mental disorder chatting it up with the nuns. As if that would really help my street cred. To this day I have to instruct my mother to never give any relatives my phone number. If I didn’t I would be getting calls from that cousin of hers who sells candles asking if I want any new wall sconces. Just because someone is related to you doesn’t mean you have to have a relationship. Seriously, just because we share a last name or the same grandparents doesn’t mean we should hang out and bowl or play cards. I don’t even have time for my real friends, the ones I actually like and find interesting.
I’d also like to address writing a book about your estranged child and chalking it up as the result of parental alienation. I know families can be complicated, but at some point you probably have to look inward and ask yourself why your child would rather call someone else dad. Right? Maybe he is upset because she keeps naming her kids after Kurt Russell? Somehow he thinks it would be respectful to carry on his name, even though they have no relationship? Makes sense.
If my dad wrote a book about me I imagine it would be titled “I Think Her Hair is Blonde” or “I’ve Been Told She Was Born in Pennsylvania”.