A lot of people will probably hate me for this, but here goes. I don't like my family, and I don't love them. I wasn't abused. My family is dysfunctional but probably no more than a lot of other people. They've hurt me, but probably not more than your average family. I just don't think they are particularly good people, and I don't want to be around them anymore. Unfortunately, for now I'm forced to. But when I'm gone, I'm gone. I just really don't subscribe to blood being thicker than water. I wouldn't like them if I wasn't related to them, and I just don't feel any different about it because I am.