i grew up with my grandparents until i was seven in Portugal, i met my mother for the first time when i was 7 and my father when i was 8. both lived in different countries, mother in UK (London) and dad everywhere (he travelled).
i never had a relationship with my mother, I was always feeling a little jealous of my sister who was older and always lived with my mum, (in my mind she chose my sister over me) when I was 16 i moved out of my mums place and moved in with my dad for 6 months, at this time he was back in Portugal. we didn't have much to talk about and there wasn;t a great bond between father and daughter, 2 years later he died of cancer. even though we didn't click, i'm glad of the time i had with him. then when i was 21 my mother died of cancer. i didn't feel much lose there as we were not close. still to this day i consider and call my grandparents my parents and luckily they are both still alive!
Edited: 18/06/2012 at 09:57