Was going to write about an ex, but I think I'll talk about my parents. I went away to college, first year, first semester. Winter break come around and I'm planning on coming home to spend christmas with my family for a week or two, stay in my bedroom, etc. I arrive home for the first time since the beginning of the semester, and ... my bedroom is gone. My parents remodeled the house while I was away and they extended the living room by knocking out my bedroom. They never even asked me about it, told me anything, I just found out I have no place to come back to once I walked through the front door. That sort of brazen rejection as a teenager... it fucked me up.
I never went home much after that because it wasn't home anymore. Then I came out and things deteriorated even more. I wasn't allowed to tell my siblings (I'm the oldest) and I wasn't allowed to be alone with them. Nowadays I don't talk to my dad and I text my mom Merry Christmas once a year.
Hey just so you know, myself and the rest of the world with the most baseline levels of empathy give you 100% permission to talk and be around anyone you so choose...not that you need the permission to begin with.