Feeling the comfortable numbness now, after writing off my toxic family.

All my sisters had to do was defend me, but they didn't. So they were further casualties beyond the writing off of callous aunt and Machiavellian mother.

It's sad, it'll be lonelier. I will always wish this all went differently. But she is not the loving mother I always wished she was.

Things don't end well. If they did, they wouldn't end.

This is now a new chapter to add to all my issues.

I don't regret my actions. I really don't. For the sake of my soul, I had to tell them how deeply they hurt me and cut them out of my life.

Not one could see and agree with my position. Not one would stop my mother from her abusing me. Not one would even humble themselves to an apology. Not one really even cares about me, they don't really care to see me again.

Calm, accepting sadness. Moving forward from this day on.

There's no telling if my mother and dad will live a long time or die. I won't be around either way. No funerals.

It's all over now.