Mostly indifferent to my dad. I used to love him to pieces when I was younger, but the last few times I visited him (12, then 14, then 17 years old) he did a few petty and ridiculous things that rubbed me the wrong way and lowered my view to indifferent.
I can't stand my mom. I could write a post so long about her, it'd take an hour to read, bare minimum. I used to love her to pieces too when I was younger, but then:
Not all familial relationships are healthy. They were neglectful when I was growing up, then as an adult there was not much of a relationship to return to as it was poor to begin with.
this. Way too many years of neglect, indifference, and poor treatment killed it for me. She always said I love my kids this, I love my kids that, they're my world, etc. But actions speak louder than words and her actions showed otherwise. We never went anywhere, never did anything, never had anything, never visited anyone. She was too busy, and too broke, strung out on drugs all the time. It's also why I don't give a shit about holidays, my birthday, and other special occasions in general - they were never anything special. Holidays and birthdays were like jobs or house chores to her, rather than happy celebrations.
I finally moved out earlier this year and she finally moved out of state (she was waiting until after my grandmother died, which happened last year). My part of the goodbye the last time I saw her was the same as if I was just going to the store or going to work ("Yup. Yeah. Okay. Alright, k, bye."). I don't plan on going out to visit. It won't bother me either way if I never see her again.