Thank you for your courage. I have not seen anyone in my family of origin for 22 years. I have not seen my crazy-ass mother for 35 years. I have a very similar memory of my mother slamming my sister’s head into a wall when she was about 14. My siblings haven’t seen my mother for just as long. My father was an alcoholic, but my siblings defended him because my mother was so crazy. He was verbally abusive and neglectful and perverse, but they felt sorry for him. 22 years ago in a late stage alcoholic delusion he came after me with a butcher knife threatening to kill me and thinking I was my mother. My first child was 3 months old and in my arms. I never saw any of them again and never looked back. I’ve had a peaceful life. My now grown daughters are doing well. Sometimes it is sad to not have brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews around. Its sad my kids grew up without grandparents. But I wouldn’t want mine. They are MUCH better off. Its enough that we survived. And we are not alone.