A lot of things could be happening. Maybe my dad is too busy with downsizing the house. Maybe my sister is busy helping him. Maybe they sit around their dinner table and wonder out loud how I'm doing but never think to call or even text.
Maybe they've decided they're done worrying about me. Maybe "we were worried about you" has run its course and maybe they're tired of it. Maybe I've been doing Too Well and they decided they don't even need to worry about me. Every time we have spoken I've mentioned stable housing and a job and the finalization of my divorce. So everything is fine now. And they can go on with their lives and I mine.
Maybe they'd already completely given up once I moved. I could live the rest of my miserable life in my miserable marriage across the country and they'd get obligatory phone calls on holidays and otherwise never have to deal with me and my husband. I'd be out of their hair.
And maybe the only person in my family who ever truly liked me as a person- not loved me out of familial obligation- is gone now. The other black sheep in the family, my cousin, has started losing touch, too. Did anyone but my own mother ever really care? Like really care?