"I am 65 years old and have been no contact with my Foo for15 years or so. They choose to blame me for this with all kinds of nonsense and excuses; at my mother’s funeral three years ago, which they clearly hoped I would not attend, they did not book a car for me and my family to follow the hearse. This was but one of their major attempts to make me feel non-existent which they have been pulling all my life, even when I was tiny child. I wonder why I was selected, but I guess someone had to be and somehow I drew the short straw without realising it. I have a happy and exciting life, and am very loved. I know the difference between being loved and unloved and this is an important lesson. Two years ago my two daughters, whom I brought up alone and virtually unsupported, decided that their loyalties lay elsewhere and we have not spoken since, neither have I seen my two adorable grandchildren. My life with my Family of Origin has taught me that I don’t need to compromise to anyone. I love my children and my grandchildren, but I don’t NEED them. I have a meaningful and satisfying life of my own. None of this is wrong! It is how it is and I am content." When did we ever learn that we can't be happy if we aren't in contact with our FOO? When did we learn that we need certain others, even if they aren't nice to us, to live a good existence? This is part of an e-mail I received and I feel it is filled with simple wisdom. It mirrors how I have felt for a long time. I used to feel guilty too, but that guilt is now just more of my peaceful, serene life in the world of Quiet and Calm. Amazing how even senior citizens can keep the bullying. What a cruel thing to do to this woman at the funeral. There is no excuse for being so ugly other than meanness. But it is one more thing I will be aware may happen and I will not speak of it unless somebody asks and then I'll just say, "I don't know. I didn't plan anything." JEEZ!!!!!