Mine was a horrible way and I have never forgave myself, but I was 5 months pregnant and I broke up with my then fiancé.
It didn’t help my parents hated him and were whisperering horrible things about him in my ear. At the time I was still close to them so stupidly listened.
He went to stay at his mums that night, he was gutted but respected my decision.
I had to go home from work early the next day as I was a wreck. He came back to collect some stuff and I had my head in the toilet chucking up.
Without a second thought, he was there holding my hair back and rubbing my back.
As soon as I was fine, he carried on packing his things and said he was off.
I told him I didn’t want him to go. He slept on the sofa that night.
The next day, I realised what an utter idiot I was and told him how much I loved him.
He took my back so questions asked.
I’m definitely not close to my parents anymore.
In fact because I went back to him, they stopped speaking to me fully.
Now I go months without speaking to either of them. If my mum (never my dad) comes round, she’s literally in and out. My dh makes his excuses to be somewhere else so my mum isn’t upset by him, but she finds this insulting...yet she hates being in the same room too.
Can’t win with them so now I have a healthy relationship with my husband and a not so healthy relationship with my parents.
I don’t miss them tbh. They spent a lot of my youth guilt tripping me and making me do things such as babysitting my niece so they could go out and get drunk.
They have never liked that my husband gave me the back bone to say “actually, I’m not going to babysit tonight. Im going out myself”
I feel sorry for my kids as they dote on my sisters children. It’s my sons birthday tomorrow but I honestly don’t think she’s going to get him anything..