Well, on my mother's side we're all hunky dory. On my fathers side...

We don't talk to my maternal grandmother because she ran off abandoning her 5 kids once the youngest was 5. She pathologically only loved babies, once they were old enough to talk she lost interest. As soon as the kids could reach the buttons on the stove, they cooked for themselves, and as soon as they could reach the knobs on the washing machine they did their own laundry. Once all 5 were old enough to do both things, she didn't care enough about them to stay when my grandfather's infidelity became too much. We didn't even know where she was for decades, we only knew she had renamed herself and was living in Tennessee after she died.

We weren't speaking to my grandfather either, because he took his mistress up to Alaska and staid up there for decades in his mansion. His mistress was my Grandma L who he had been dating all throughout his marriage, she had been his secretary. He took her on family vacations with his wife and all the kids. The infidelity was pretty damn blatant and he didn't give a fuck because he was a narcissistic surgeon with a major narcissism complex.

But then we were speaking with him when he lost everything due to my uncle swindling him out of every penny. He came back and my dad let him into our lives and found them a retirement home which he and two of my aunts funded.

So we don't talk to Uncle T anymore because he's hiding out somewhere in the midwest with all of his swindled loot, and my dad is willing to bury a body if he ever finds him.

We don't talk to my nibling's father, because he abandoned my Cousin C with the baby and kept trying to float in and out of their lives whenever it passed through his drunk brain that he had a kid. He eventually peaced out for good and doesn't pay child support.

For a while I didn't speak with my father, because an unknown brain tumor made him go absolutely paranoid and delusional. He became quite terrifying. Now that we know he's got an inoperable brain tumor, and I'm in a different state, I keep a low contact with him. He's a brilliant man, and still capable of functioning, so he was able to hide that he had something medically wrong with him for a long time. I know he still loves me under all that, so I keep talking with him hoping for a glimpse of my old father even though every word is likely to get horribly twisted in his mind as proof of whatever theory he has now. So I don't really keep in contact with him a lot, for both of our sanity's.

I spend holidays with my mother's side of the family. We bake pies and hug a lot.