Very much so. I think I've got a lot of anger in me over the whole thing -- it's not even what I suspect happened; it's how everyone in my family's been treating me as a result. (Well, except my brother, who doesn't really agree with things but at least recognizes I'm not a bad person) I guess in the end, blood doesn't really make family. A family for me are people who support you no matter what, lift you up when you're feeling down, manage to make it through the worst storms possible, have fun together, have healthy boundaries and communication...things like that. My family at the moment is none of these. Even reflecting on past incidents, like my dad trying to minimize everything I felt, I'm starting to wonder if my family was as good as I thought. Maybe I'm being a bit unfair right now, maybe every family has arguments and such...but then I also think about stuff like my dad basically storming out of the house at times during arguments with my mom (there were times when I was younger I did worry about him leaving. Silly worries, maybe, but they were there) and...at the bare minimum, they weren't perfect. There's really no use in hoping they'll support me; best I have is other people. (The alternative is to go it alone, and that probably wouldn't be a good idea) My therapist, for instance.