Choosing Peace Over Obligation
Not everyone who shares your blood deserves to be in your life. I had to learn that the hard way. Growing up, I watched my dad be violent and cruel to my mom and my sister. The house never felt safe. It felt like a place you had to survive.
For a long time, I thought that because he was my father, I was somehow obligated to forgive, to excuse, to keep him in my life no matter what. But the truth is, the title "family" is not a free pass to mistreat, manipulate, or guilt-trip you. Some of the most dismissive, invalidating, and exhausting people we know are the very ones who share our last name.
When my dad was diagnosed with brain cancer, I was torn between anger, grief, and relief. And when he died, a part of me was almost glad. Not because I didn’t value life, but because I knew I would never have to wrestle with the decision of whether he would get access to me, to my peace, or to the family I might build one day. His death meant I wouldn’t have to decide between keeping him at a distance and protecting myself. The decision was made for me.
Now I understand you are allowed to protect your peace. You are allowed to go low contact or no contact. You are allowed to prioritize your mental health over preserving some glossy version of "family."
Because family is not always love. Sometimes family is the deepest wound. And choosing not to let that wound keep bleeding into your life is not betrayal. It is survival.