I guess if my first post gets approved I should elaborate on why I feel that way about at least most of my family. Well to begin, my parents, while I do love them, have never been ideal ones. No parents are perfect really, but here's a bit of my justification for that. My mother is an abusive and manipulative alcoholic. She's been that way since my childhood. She drinks about a case of beer a day, and when she's drunk, she gets mean and starts drama most of the time. As a kid I would typically find her passed out drunk sitting on the toilet. She has a social work degree, but chose instead to work as a florist at a flower shop in the town I grew up in. She has never pursued a career with her degree or any higher career. While I understand that the education you receive doesn't always translate to what your career will be, I still think if you have a degree that either involves technical skill, or prepares you for service like that, you should pursue that. She would always cause actual fights at night time during my years in middle school. Back then a good night's sleep was a luxury. She tried to commit suicide in front of me, but I stopped her. She needs help, but refuses outright. After my parents finally divorced, she stayed with her longtime friends and basically sucked them dry financially by drinking and not doing any work. She continually burns bridges with people. My father was also not great. He was never faithful to my mother, and I've only seen him show her genuine affection a few times in all the years they were together. In response to her drunken outbursts he sometimes resorted to beating her, my brother and I often had to step in. Whoever started a fight is irrelevant, you don't hit women, and you don't beat someone you love. He also only worked a 20 something dollar an hour job, but spent money like he was making 50 an hour. He bought a luxury car when I was younger, and couldn't afford it. He has never saved a penny for the future, and whenever problems arise, he has no savings to fall back on. He borrows from other people in those cases, and has paid none of those people, (mostly family) back or even thanked them. I went back to the country I visited in my exchange year to try and immigrate, when I had my first bipolar episode, it was psychotic. I've decided to forgive somewhat because he did come and get me from that foreign mental hospital. The alternatives would have been to stay there as a permanent patient even though the psychosis faded, or be an illegal alien there and live as a one of the dregs in that society. When I returned to the U.S. I was told to stay with my mom, who's living with my grandmother. When my symptoms flared up, instead of helping me through it, they both sent me to live my dad. I always paid my way with my dad, with rent, food, my own cellphone, my own transportation, internet, everything. Turning to my extended family is not an option because I for one reason or another couldn't go to family reunions and they act like my brother and I don't exist, and the ones that probably wouldn't have done that are all dead. Despite all this, I've tried to patch things up with my family, tried to have a relationship with my mother, tried contacting my other estranged relatives. Recently I was in the hospital for sever throat pains that caused me to fall to my knees when they hit, which was when I walked more than a hundred feet, took a deep breath, or swallowed. When I asked for a ride to the hospital, my mother couldn't use my grandma's car because she had been drinking. My dad's phone was disconnected, and I was at work and he was home. My brother lives in another state, so I had nobody to turn to, and I don't have a primary physician or insurance for that matter. I felt abandoned again, and I decided then and there, to not talk to my mother again, unless she comes to me and tries to make it up to me. Her response so far is, "you can't get upset with me" I hung up and put her on my reject list. Am I wrong for making this decision?