My father contacts me every year on my birthday. He sends me an email (even though I’ve told my sister to *not* give him my email address!) trying to ‘build bridges’, saying things like
We would really like to see you again – it’s been 10 years since we last saw you, I believe, at your sister’s wedding.
Here’s some news for you, dad: I’m not fucking interested. You were an asshole to my mother, and you were a mean, sadistic bastard towards me. You instilled in me a distrust and hatred of men, and, no, blood is not thicker than water.
/me deletes email