I was never estranged from my first husband, I just left and filed for divorce!
Personally, I blame The Waltons.
I loved the idea of a big family, everyone getting together on a regular basis, any misunderstandings were easily overcome, and the parental home had an endless supply of cookies, shoulders to cry on, love and practical advice leading to a happy ending.
The closest I got to this idyll was family picnics (they were terrific) and surprise celebrations for my parents, usually arranged by yours truly. Those were indeed happy days and wonderful memories…….. very Walton-ish.
Since the end of the Parental Home, my family has scattered, and although I keep in touch at Christmas with my remaining Uncles and Aunts, cousins second, thrice and four times removed are unknown to me.
I also have nieces and nephews of several generations who I rarely see or hear from.
Not that it worries me as I accept they have their own lives and families, have different concepts and ambitions, and don’t have time for a doddery old aunt like me who lives miles away from everyone anyway. Some probably see me as a bit of a nut, but I would not describe any of them as being estranged. Strangers perhaps, but not estranged.
And I’ve given up with olive branches, hypothetical doves and giving the benefit of the doubt.
Estranged: no longer close or affectionate to someone; alienated
Yeah, sounds about right.