All things that are done (and done well) begin with a purpose.
What is the "purpose" of a family?
Is it a loving group who share life's ups and downs? Is it adding strengths and subtracting weakness? Is it creating a special category of "friend" for life on whom you can rely?
Or, is it just day to day living in the same box with your fellow rats and scrapping over every slight; snatching at each morsel of personal comfort at the expense of the claw marks?
Sadly, a great many people have no purpose. Life drifts. And, so do relationships.
Without a focal point people tend to become so self-devoted that their own thoughts and personal tastes crowd out friends and family. There is no room for sharing; no room for exchanges of encouragement and advice. Family, then, is a burden because it is an encumbrance on personal whim.
A family is a garden that must be planted in the right soil. It must have enough light and water. And the weeds? Oh god! THE WEEDS!
I live in one of these family situations myself. I know whereof I speak.
My wife and I have been married almost 18 years. We have 3 children. She does not want to remain married. Ours is a strained existence. She is cold and distant and unavailable on purpose. I am just a kind of pet or room mate.
But!
The children share a familial bond with each of us as PARENTS. We are civil in tongue and do not thrash each other. They don't see heaps of abuse or nastiness. What they see is chaos; but, deep caring.
How do you get the delicious yoke out of this egg without smashing the shell?
TRUCE.
That is what my wife and I have; a truce. We leave each other alone as much as possible and get on with life while being a parental balancing device for the kids. If it is a question of GOOD COP/BAD COP the roles are written in each of us our character.
The destruction of the family unit is the destruction of SELF for a child. It is who they are until they differentiate themselves into a unit. Children and butterflies share a metamorphasis. At what stage do you break open the cocoon and wrench out the transforming creature within? What will emerge? Not a butterfly; I assure you.
Think of it this way. Imagine the family as a bathtub filled with water. How do you do anything to any part of the water without the ripples and the waves reaching every corner of the rest of it?
Not possible!
You can't disturb the family in even the smallest part without affecting the whole of it.
Sometimes you have to cut out the offending tumor (when there is abuse) and suffer the wound of the scalpel and the resulting scar....and then step back and declare you have saved the body entire.
Other times you must nurture what good is there and bide your time.
This family; this garden takes tending (as we ourselves need tending). There is no one way that does it all. It is many steps. All must be done equally well.
You cannot merely water the garden with too much shade and "hope" all is well. You cannot ignore the weed nor can you turn a blind eye to the predator. All is all.
For myself, I was an only child whose father was never there. I went out of my way to find him and meet him when I was 25. I had to. I needed to discover what of him was in me. There was much there. But, the scar never heals. I would have been an ENTIRELY different person had he been in my life.
To change the family is to change life itself.....not an easy series of choices.
Terry