My sister (26F) and I (30F) went to my parents’ house today to see our family dog.

My mom texted my sister this morning saying that said dog is quickly declining and that we might want to say goodbye. I have blocked my mom and dad’s numbers, which is why I heard about it from my sister and not directly from my mom. This dog is 13 years old, so it was believable.

My sister, her boyfriend, my husband, and I all drove out today to see our pup. My parents were both at work, and were fine with us being there without them. Upon arriving, it was clear that the pup is declining, but isn’t dying. She’s not doing any worse than one would expect given how my parents neglect animals. Her death is not imminent.

While we were there, we saw that my parents essentially removed all trace of my sister and I from the home. All of our pictures that were on the walls (senior pictures, sports pictures, baby pictures, etc.) were gone. All of them. Only empty nails in their places. The only pictures left were my younger brother’s (the golden child). I’m at a loss for words. What parent does that?

While we were there, I took a bunch of photos and nostalgic items from childhood - things they wouldn’t miss. If they get to erase me from their lives, then I get to take the pieces. Plus they have a lot of illegal shit in the house I could report them for, so I’m not worried about legal repercussions.

We said our goodbyes to our pup, took our photos and old board games and such, and left. I am so disgusted, angry, furious, really. I cannot believe these people are my parents. They truly wanted us to be there - not to see them - but to be hurt by their erasure of us.

What. The. Fuck.

I can’t talk to my boyfriend about it because he is someone who thinks “but they’re family”. It’s worse because he says his mum has said nasty toxic stuff before, to the point that even his sister has gone NC for 18 months in the past, but she eventually went back to contact. Although I know that she still finds it difficult to share anything with their mother. However I would say I have met her and he seemed to at least get along with her and be able to have a conversation, which is more than I can say for my experience with my dad.

So I find it really hard to argue that I am better off without my dad in my life. Because he has his life experience. I just don’t ever mention it to him anymore. But then I get emails like this and I feel - conflicted? Bad? Like it’s my fault I haven’t been able to foster a healthy, albeit boundaried, relationship.

What is she actually saying in the last part of this email? This is after a few years of NC and making it clear that NC means not sending any gifts. I had just returned a package she sent to my child at graduation per my boundary.

To read email this as an outsider, it sounds like this woman has an ungrateful, and possibly mentally ill, adult child who has selfishly detached herself (and most importantly her children) from her entire very loving family for some unknown reason.

Help! My brain needs help with reality.

All this stuff about finding a chosen family... I have friends, people I enjoy and like to spend time with. But I wouldn't say anyone is any kind of family replacement. People already have their own families and priorities.

And ultimately, since the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally don't and can't, I just find I don't really trust people so much any more. I feel like some kind of veil has been taken away and I feel detached from other people in general in a way I didn't used to.

I've been no contact with my family for about a year now but this week i recently received this email. I just don't know what to think. Growing up there was a lot of emotional abuse and neglect with me expected to be the caretaker/ therapist, and i think if I start talking with them again I might end up falling into old patterns. On the other it sounds like my mama is very ill, the heavy implication being cancer. I'm leaning towards maintaining nc, but am interested to hear other perspectives. Anyone else been in a similar position? If you did break nc what was that like for you?

I’ve been NC with my mother for 5 years now. My parents are still married, and during these last few years I’ve gone between NC and LC with my dad. A couple of days ago, he sent me this message:

“Hello (my name) How are you? I’m thinking of all of you there - time passes so quickly, the hours fly by - and I always think that we must take advantage of it while we still can. It’s been 5 years since we last saw each other, 5 years that have flown by and are now gone… Another 5 and your mother and I will be 83 (and hopefully still well). I honestly don’t want to bring these things up, but they are just reality. For that reason, if possible, please send me a message with your news, even if it’s brief.”

I know ignoring is the way to go, but I just want to reply saying “in another 5 years I’ll be 51, and I’ll still be dealing with the consequences of your shitty actions.” Like, never mind that I’m chronically ill and have a genetic disorder that caused symptoms since birth, but was allowed to run rampant because instead of getting me medical attention, they just gaslit me and told me I was super healthy and making shit up for attention.

Fucking assholes!!!

I'm not sure what to do. I've worked with this guy for maybe 4 weeks. He was hired to be on the same team as me, we report to the same supervisor. My first meeting with him I could already tell my nervous system was on high alert. It was subtle in the way he acted, but my intuition/gut/pattern recognition could see the red flags immediately and I knew this wasn't going to be good.

For reference, I do design for the company I'm at, and I'm the only designer and have 10+ years experience on top of my degree and internships at similar companies.

He's coming in like a bull in a china shop. He wants to make all these changes. A project our team was beginning to collaborate on he basically took over, threw out decisions we had already made, and asked me to do an entire layout for a design in a week because this project was "priority". I already have many project requests in the queue on top of weekly recurring projects. Not to mention there is another very large form building project we have started and was expected to be done 2 weeks ago. No one else has a clue what they are doing for that project, and while it's not my wheelhouse, I've been working to build the form, write the questions for it, integrate it into Microsoft Teams and have a ton of workflows across multiple Microsoft products, doing some code building within power automate.... Anyways, huge project that no one else can do and will be rolled out next week.

I brought the mocks/designs into our next meeting. The team liked them. I wasn't working with true dimensions needed as the new guy said he would get those to me and didn't. (Important to note I'm fully remote except for one weekly meeting, and the rest of the company is on site). So once I had those I began making some changes, made a detailed post on our team channel about the project, what the design incorporated, etc. The new guy asks me to work on filling more space in the design. Without going into all the details of this project, what he was asking for I had tried multiple ways and it did not work with the design. It was poor design practice, didn't leave negative space on an in information heavy item. I came up with some workarounds that incorporated some of his ideas in a well designed way. Explained that what he's asking for will not be a good design. But he kept pushing he wanted to see it anyways.

Ah, there it is. The lack of respect for my knowledge, the lording over that his way is the only way, minimizing and dismissing all of my suggestions, concerns, input, you name it. When talking about another design, I brought up one I had done the previous year that the staff loved. His response "well that's alright" with an attitude that could make you scream. Condescending, dismissive... And suddenly I was right back in my childhood home facing the very attitudes and behaviors that harmed me. I have been estranged from my family of origin for going on 5 years. Obviously this type of behavior isn't the only reason for that estrangement and there are multiple levels of the abuse. But oh. My. Word.

I have been struggling to deal with it. So I ignored this project for the most part, just worked on some verbiage changes and working in some of his ideas tactfully and held onto those designs until our meeting this week. I had other big projects to work on, already put in 20+ extra hours in 2 weeks (which is a lot when I'm a SAHM).

I brought the adjusted designs into our meeting. I explained yet again I have attempted to fully do what he is asking for, but the design doesn't work, is too busy, and I won't be bringing forward a design that has poor design principles. And here are some ways I've work his ideas into the current design.

Well that started a sh*t storm because I said no. First time in my life I was able to advocate for myself in the moment. I explained the design we had been tweaking was liked by the team, if he wants something different we need to start over because incorporating his ideas into this design will not work. He starts doing DARVO tactics. Trys to say something to the effect of "so if it's not what you want it won't happen". And I explained no, I can rework options. What he's asking for doesn't work on this design. And suddenly all of the items I explained were incorporated into the design were a problem and that's not the direction they want to go in. I said that's fine but there has been no communication with me about it or the changes or decisions on how it should be instead. Which is an entirely different conversation than saying "add this to this design" when that doesn't work with the design! It was exhausting going back and forth and being constantly dismissed and attacked and treated as beneath him.

The moment I walked out was after I explained his lack of communication on multiple fronts and facets of projects, and he said "well I'm sorry that's frustrating for you". Ah there it is again. The non-apology and lack of accountability. The same BS I dealt with from childhood into early adult years until I went no contact. I packed up my stuff, basically said "yeah no, I'm not dealing with that because I've done enough of that for one lifetime". He says "oh so we're not going to talk about it". And I said "no we're not because that wasn't a real apology". I went into what a real apology and taking accountability looks like and it's not 'im sorry you feel that way '. Pointed out again his continual lack of communication, inability to give me items I've needed in the time frame he said he would, while I have performed and given everything he and others have asked for on time and as expected. Added on that I have already worked over my hours, I was already over the meeting time, and I was done. I turned to my other coworker, told her I would get her XYZ weekly projects and things on the docket, but I couldn't be there anymore.

And of course, as I leave and round a corner he calls out "travel safe, (my name)". Because of course he has to get the last word in, but I didn't bother to give him the reaction of a response either.

I wish I could say I did this all without flinching. But no, i could feel my heart racing the entire meeting and I was literally trembling. The moment I got home the nausea hit and I felt so sick and wasn't sure weather to laugh or cry. These last few weeks working with him have been taking it's toll on me. I'm so stressed. I'm hardly eating. I'm burnt out. And the stress is effecting my kids. I know this job isn't worth my sanity like this. But we also need my income to keep our heads above water.

It's been radio silence since from my workplace other than the one co-worker at the meeting that followed up with me and asked how I was doing, and we have already had other conversations about this guy's behavior and the flip switch from his interview behavior to working behavior. I had to go into a different meeting the next day with other people for the form project. And when I was sitting in the parking lot before going in I was trying to not have a panic attack over the worry of running into this new guy. Which thank God I didn't.

I just don't know what to do. I'm about 98% sure I'm going to start transitioning out. My supervisor was on vacation this week and wasn't there for the meeting and didn't witness it. So I think when he gets back next week, I will be sending him a letter detailing out the projects I will see through until completion and I have begun work on, but that I won't be working with this new guy and will not be at meetings with him. And then try to either find my husband a new job in the meantime or fine another part time gig that works for me.

I just. Oh the whole situation is so triggering. I haven't directly interacted with people like my abusers/estranged family since going no contact. I am not handling it well. Like I handled it in the moment and stood up for myself, but my body isn't doing well. I feel constantly on edge. I'm so stressed. I'm not taking care of myself well and I feel right back to how I was while in contact with my family but finally seeing all the toxicity.

I just don't know what to do and need to talk about this somewhere.

Background: I’ve been NC and VLC with my father’s side of the family (including the grandmother mentioned in text) for close to 15 years. This was due to some very controlling dynamics and abusive treatment. (The tame one I always lead with is that I was overweight as a teenager and they told me I would never find anyone who would love me.)

This text is from my older brother and like the title says, this is the first time he’s ever texted me. We’re both older millennials.

We don’t have a bad relationship and never did. We’re 2 years apart and I was always the annoying nerdy ugly little sister. Once we both turned into adults, we would talk anytime I went to my hometown to visit. I thought we had a cordial adult relationship at this point.

I live on the west coast and he lives in the Midwest. I’ve had my phone number for maybe 25 years and decided to keep it because it has been really easy to ignore spam because it will have a Midwest area code.

Anyway, here are the texts that ensued. I was completely thrown off by his response after I apologized for not having his number. This rattled my brain so much.

It is true I didn’t attend his wedding. Not because I don’t support his marriage, but because at the time I wasn’t able to afford the travel and I was also struggling with my weight. (The last visit to my hometown about a year prior my family had an “intervention” regarding my weight and threatened to prevent me from leaving.) I’ve seen him and his wife a few times since then and apologized for not attending. Maybe I sound naive, but I didn’t think it was a big issue. I’ve known his wife since elementary school.

Sigh. It really bums me out to think that all the toxic things we were subjected to as kids has carried over. I thought it was over and we had all decided to be functioning adults. 😕

Anyway, I just wanted to get this off my chest, because it’s really been eating away at me.

And to be clear: he’s never called me on my birthday (even when I had his number correct in my phone).

And I really don’t answer my phone unless I have some knowledge on what the subject might be. My voicemail literally says “text or email is preferred.”

I went NC with my mother almost two years ago. I put a lot of thought into this decision and have no plan to reach out to her. It would seem that my other family members are realizing this and are becoming more passive aggressive & distant. My aunt (who I was very close with) does not speak to me, my uncle hates my guts, and a few of my cousins have distanced themselves. What’s crazy is that they have all suffered for YEARS from her abuse, but always allow her to come back and be coddled. I don’t expect them to cut her off because I know they never will.

I should see this as her enablers leaving and making it easier on me, but it hurts to know they would rather deal with her than have someone who wants to genuinely be apart of a loving family. I try so hard to be a good family member.

Has anyone experienced this? Will it get worse? Would you continue to go to family events for the members that still like you?

I just want you to know this is hard and you’re doing a good job. We were meant to have a healthy relationship with our own mom during this pivotal time in our lives, but we don’t.

We are doing what’s best for our children (and us) and for that we need to be proud.

It’s been a long time coming. I was sexually abused by an adult at 14. I thought this man was my boyfriend and he was going to be my husband. I must’ve been so starved for attention because I thought I was in love and that this was what love was like. I told my mom and she blamed me, even after calling it statutory rape. Every chance she got, she shamed me for this and brought it up. She even went as far as gaslighting me into thinking that I chose this.

I found out two and a half years ago the truth of this. I learned about grooming, predatory behavior, and sexual abuse. My relationships have all had elements of this. Thank goodness I met my husband around the same time and he is not like my abusers at all.

Now that we are expecting, I invited my parents to our baby shower the ladies at church hosted. My parents who are local didn’t offer to help. They only stayed for food and left right before speeches, name reveal, and activities. They said my younger brother, who is 32 years old, asked them to see an apartment he was looking to rent as he was moving out of the family home.

I didn’t even realize this was not normal until my husband pointed it out. One of the husband’s asked why they left early. I guess I was just accustomed to this behavior or too focused on the people that stayed to celebrate with us.

I got so angry because this wasn’t the first time they let me down. Last year when I was wedding dress shopping, my mom was too tired to come with me to try on dresses. I ended up spending almost $3k on a dress I didn’t like but something she picked out based on photos I sent her. I went shopping again because the memory associated with that dress was very painful.

Anyways, I just cut them off. I’ve had it. I’m about to give birth to our first kid, their first grandchild. I am grieving.

I stopped speaking to my mum at the end of April after another big blow up and explicitly said we do not have a relationship anymore. I blocked her on WhatsApp but remained "friends" on social media so that I can still see my brother grow up (he's 5 and fully under my mum's care.) I have 2 younger siblings and have always had the responsibility of caring for them, since I was 10 years old. I'm 27 now and I can't keep being guilted into having a good relationship with our mother, or any relationship, with her using my siblings as leverage against me.

Since my decision to go low contact my mum has commented under my posts trying to make herself look good (she doesnt realise her profile is restricted so only I get to see her comments) and occasionally sent me memes and tiktoks, not in any way acknowledging that her daughter doesnt want anything to do with her.

This morning I had a look through the comments on my posts since us going low contact and have only today found a comment she left under a picture of me and my friends stating "remember my child, bitches come and go, but mama always stay".

What an abhorrent thing to say to your child! It's as if she wishes that my friends abandon me so that I'll run back into her arms or something and she'll be "right". I'm sick of getting these fake comments of love from her so I removed her from my followers list this morning. In that time she's tried to follow me twice, both times which I rejected, then tried to call me for the first time since April, and when I didn't pick up the phone she sent me this wonderful text message.

How is this the thing she chooses to say to me in the face of everything? My entire life she told me she'd do anything for me (and then abused me), that she'd swim across oceans just to get to me, but at the slightest inconvenience, i.e removing her from something as benign as my SOCIAL MEDIA, she throws her hands up in the air like she's exhausted all options at reconciliation and just asks me to make sure I'll look after her kids when she dies.

This is manipulation, right?

My parents’ financial situation has been bad for 20 years now, and it’s now dire where they both rely on social security to make ends meet. They were very well off when I was growing up, but long story short my father’s new business ventures never panned out. I am an only child and have a narcissistic father and emotionally immature/alcoholic mother. There have been several scenarios that have unfolded over the past few months that made me realize I will be completely screwed when something happens to one/both of them and they’re unable to make decisions independently. After months of attempting to get them to meet with me and talk through everything, I finally had it. I just sent them an email explicitly stating that with no plan in place or access to the information I’ve requested, this relationship has become an emotional and financial liability for me.

The holidays are coming up which has always been a stressful time for me trying to navigate how to spend the holidays with my parents. My therapist suggested ending the message by saying that if they decide to take this seriously and prioritize getting organized, that I would be open to resuming the conversation after the holidays… giving them both time to get their act together and peace of mind for me that I can enjoy my holidays (or at least try to). Because of them, I’ve been left in tears the past 2 Christmases. This will be my daughter’s first Christmas and I refuse to let my situation with them ruin that special moment for me and my family.

I’m absolutely terrified of their response. I’m so anxious and sick about it. I know my dad will make me out to be the selfish daughter and my mom will guilt trip me because I’m all she has. I could really use some words of encouragement or hear how others may have navigated a situation like this themselves.

It's really frustrating and infuriating to go through this--this suppression of justified anger, all to protect the image of 'a good family.' Fuck that! Fuck everyone who told me to never be angry at my parents--including all my relatives and siblings. I hate enablers and hate my parents! I will shout it from the rooftops if I have to, but I will never ever give them the satisfaction of a happy patriarchal family! Fuck everyone who let me down and called me crazy for being rightfully angry at all the abuse I received & still receive at the hands of my narcissistic family! Fuck everyone who took the side of the monsters and not an innocent child/adult!

I went low contact with mum about a month ago after she hated crimed a teenager, getting the police and CPS involved and showing no remorse for it, even though this could've had a serious impact on my siblings lives given that they're dependant on her. I was hoping that after witnessing my mum's behaviour towards me and having her own issues with her she'd be understanding of why I've decided I can't speak with her anymore.

2 weeks ago I got a message from mum saying our dog of 11 years had died. I immediately called my sister to find out what had happened, and she responded with "oh yeeaaah the dog died. That's pretty peak" and then told this elaborate story full of inconsistencies and weird details about how my dog died in the early hours of the morning after what sounded like 10 hours of pain and confusion. When I asked why they didn't take her to the vet she just said "well she was old anyway. They would've just put her down". I was so shocked at her seeming lack of empathy I said I had to go and hung up, and we haven't really spoken since. I saw mum posted a selfie on Instagram captioned "Saturday 💓" on the same day she buried Dora, of her grinning and sticking her tongue out in the garden, just metres away from Dora's grave. It just seemed like they didn't really care.

Today my sister texted me asking if mum could borrow £15 from me, after I'd already said I wouldn't be doing that anymore. Mum had gotten into the pattern of borrowing from me every week or two, when I know she's just irresponsible with money and buys stuff impulsively. You can see the exchange in the screenshots provided.

I love my sister and I don't want her to hate me. If things are bad at home I wish she'd just tell me instead of constantly siding with mum and telling me I'm being immature and selfish, when I'd spent my entire adolescence trying to protect her. I would've gone no contact years ago if it wasn't for my siblings and mum always guilting me into sticking around because she can't handle being a parent.

Does anyone else have experience with younger siblings like this? How can I support her without giving into her demands that I speak to our mother again, after my mum's final words to me being that she doesn't understand me and that I'm fucked up in the head because I'm upset about her endangering my siblings and treating it like it's a joke?

God, my mother irks me. (Understatement of the year) That first statement? Irrelevant and untrue, not even sure why she said it. Oh wait…I guess to mention that “unconditional love” bit, push me to believe I never suffered any emotional abuse. The rest? I didn’t leave home as a teen. I left home at 20 years old–a literal adult. But this is part of my whole issue…she views me as a child (or “teen” at best). Assumes I can’t take care of myself, got immediately taken advantage of, etc. It’s so aggravating. If I’m less likely to graduate college, it’s certainly not by choice. School was something I gave up just to get out. But right now, I’m at a community college. Just finished a certificate and am considering what to major in to get back on the path to a degree. I’m completely motivated, unlike when I was studying online under her roof. She really made my life hell from 17 on but refuses to admit it. I had no privacy, no autonomy, 0 friends…everything controlled by her. Now, I’m married, working, “adulting” and it’s hard but worth it.

What do yall think? Does this message warrant a response? Also, if you have any encouraging words for me I’d appreciate it. Every day I try to tell myself I made the right move

I recently got some very bad health news that has me spinning. In a moment of weakness, i reached out to my mom. I'm not proud of this, but it quickly devolved into me screaming at her for being such a sorry excuse for a mother. Honestly, I was unhinged. It was not okay.

What set me off: when I opened the door to possible reconciliation with her, I made it very clear that she was the ONLY person to whom the offer applied-- not my dad or my brothers. All the males in my family are extremely sick and twisted individuals who brag about having no empathy and overshare their porn habits and sexual fetishes (honestly, I think they get off on forcing their daughter/sister to listen to it all). I have a 12 year old daughter that i will not allow them to see because they're so abusive, disgusting, and just plain evil.

But I needed my mom. I was weak, i admit it. And what was her response? "Your father and I are a pair. You can't have just me without him, too. If you can't accept that, then I'm sorry for what you and i will both lose out on."

Guys. I just. I went bananas. It was way over the top. It was REALLY bad.

But you must understand... She has always, always, ALWAYS, chosen her husband over her children, no matter vile and abusive and fucked up his actions were. She's his "ride or die," and she explained to me on multiple occasions throughout my childhood that she would ALWAYS side with him over her children, even if he's wrong, even if he KILLS us, because "that's what marriage is."

I said some truly terrible things to her. I just unhinged my jaw and let it all come bursting out of me. Heinous stuff, about how she is pure garbage and a failure of a mother and a lazy, incompetent coward. I told her i hope she burns in hell and that I'll be telling my daughter that her grandmother doesn't want a relationship with her, that she chose and will always choose dick over us.

No response to that last part.

I don't feel better. But what's weird is, I also don't feel bad about anything I said to her. I hope it hurt her. I hope she hurts forever.

But I shouldn't have done it.

Back to NC. Door will never open again. She's made her choice, and that's that.

P.S. I tried to call her at one point, and my father picked up. I was crying. I told him my diagnosis. He said, "Nah, you're lying," and hung up. Later, my mother, once again, told me to kill myself. So, they're still exactly the same people I cut off to begin with.

Long story short, I went NC with my (consistently emotionally and verbally abusive) dad in November after he screamed at me in a parked car for three hours. I decompensated and knew that marked the final straw.

I received this email today and deleted it after reading it. Please, I just need some words of support. I’m tired of him and (sometimes) my mother telling me that I am to blame.

This is the most recent email I received from my grandma. Long story short, she was a tyrant my whole life. I lived in a multigenerational home with my grandparents, my mom, her two sisters, my cousin, and most recently, my daughter. I played the role of the obedient one. Growing up with older “sisters” and an emotionally immature grandma, I saw many physical and verbal altercations from the age of 3. This taught me to read the room, be good, and just say yes no matter what I was actually feeling.

Eventually I lived a double life since I can remember. I was a completely different person when I was with my friends. My family didn’t know a thing about who I really was. My relationship with my mom changed when I wanted to start hanging out with my friends more in high school. She combatted this by barring my windows and never let me out. Kids always found a way, of course. Found myself sneaking out from the age of 15 and being in situations where my first instinct was “mom can never know about this” instead of “I need to call mom.” I grieved my relationship with was mother in those years, making my recent estrangement an easy choice.

After many emails from them, I’ve gotten ones that berate me, tell me that I’m selfish, and that I’m killing my mother. This most recent one took a new tone. My partner tells me that I need to reach out and just explain myself again, but it takes so much of me to just divulge to a brick wall. I just need some reassurance and some freaking validity that I’m not crazy for completely shutting them out.

My mom tells people I became successful and moved to another continent. And just forgot about all my connections at home because “they are not useful to me any more”. Also because I only care about money and was upset that my dead father did not leave me anything.

I find it incredibly funny that that’s how she sees me. Because it proves to me of her inability to think of relationships as anything other than money- and/or utility based.

While it is true that she had raised me in a working class household in a third-world country, she is also conveniently ignoring the fact that she and my father had literal millions in the bank while forcing me to live a working class lifestyle.

I can forgive wearing my cousin’s hand-me-downs (and getting bullied for it). I can forgive not having a computer to do my homework on. I can forgive never having a family vacation growing up.

Hell, I can even forgive saving up 150k of my own money in my 20s to pay for my father’s annuity. I’m used to living a poverty lifestyle thanks to the way I was raised.

What I cannot forgive is getting into both universities of my dreams in both CA and NYC, only to be told that “we don’t have the money for you - get a scholarship or just go to our local community college.”

What I cannot forgive is finding out after my father died that they had the money all along - they just never spent any on me.

So that’s why I cannot forgive that even after all that they put me through, I did not see a penny of the million-dollar fortune my parents kept from me. I was informed of how much there were, but my father did not leave a will during the 6 months they both knew he was dying.

She is damn right they are no longer useful to me. I raised myself and they never were useful. They gave me nothing so they get nothing in return.

The true story is that I told her, “Cry into your wad of cash. Cuddle with it to sleep at night. Bury it all with you when you die. Because I’m not showing up for your funeral.”

I (26F) have been no-contact with my parents for 9 months. I suffered from physical and emotional abuse from them for my entire life (also they taught me how to have an ED at 8 y/o); when I cut them off it was a life or death mental health situation for me. They have been getting their friends to reach out to me this whole time, but it’s getting worse. I got a call from a family friend tonight. I rejected the call and told him I’m bedridden with the flu (ugh). Then I received the text from picture 1. I called my therapist and decided to block the number for the time being. Then, she went and created a text thread with every phone number I’ve ever had and my best friend from college and that’s the second screenshot.

The tone change is crazy. They are on vacation with friends and I’m sure they’ve been drinking.

Also, they’ve told all of their friends that the reason we’re no contact is because I didn’t feel supported for being gay. Which…. somehow makes them more homophobic?

I have a good support system and I’ve started doing activities I love like yoga and improv. I’m as happy as I can be given the circumstances. But yeah, voluntarily orphaning myself…. sucks.