Same here and now that I’m 43 and having the hardest time in my life trying to leave a domestic violence relationship if 13 years, my family isn’t there for me and I’m questioning if they even loved me as a child. I had a normal growing up in a normal home, just never was told I love you, everything swept under the rug, awkward as I was growing up when hugs. But I could never ever imagine my daughter telling me she was being physically abused, emotionally verbally mentally abused, as my parents have known this. They hate him so much. It’s gotten so bad that my life is being threatened and I’ve tried to leave a few times. Calling my mom to tell her how bad it is and that I’m afraid. She has seen me change over the years and lose myself. I have no friends, no job, no car, no family. I don’t go anywhere or do anything. But I asked my mom if her and my dad could please help me because I didn’t know what to do anymore or how to get out when I don’t have a dime or a person to help me. I told her I was going to be on dateline one day or she would have to cremate me and no funeral. Knowing the psycho man I’ve been with, the countless police calls, abuse, even her grandkids being part of it, but alls she had to say was, they were sorry that I will figure it out. They won’t want their lives disrupted. She even said I should have stayed with him since I have no place to go. My heart broke. I asked her if I did something to make them feel like they can’t even help me, and I’m not talking of money or a place to stay, just their comfort at this point. And her response was not to lay guilt on them. And that hurt even more because at that point i felt utterly alone. Like i have nobody that cares. At least that what it feels like. I could r imagine myself ever telling my daughter to stay in an abusive relationship. I don’t care what our relationship was like if it was anything other than great, I’d go get her on a heartbeat and my grand kids. I lived in my car at the park for a week a year ago when I had my car trying to leave the relationship because I had no money, no place to go, no friends. And my family wouldn’t let me come there for a few days at the least to try to get some assistance. They knew I was in a park by myself, sleeping there and they never once reached out to me to see if I was ok, to see if I needed something to eat. Nothing at all. I always say if something does happen to me at some point, they won’t even know for weeks. Not I until the police figured out they were my parents and or they needed to ask a question about my daughter. Makes me so sad. I can’t even express it. But I question should o let this bother me the way it does? It eats at me. My son and I have our last night in a hotel, because again I’m trying to start a new and better life for my son and myself. My daughter lives with her dad now. But I have to go back tomorrow after 3 weeks out because I have absolutely no money, no way to get anywhere. I’m trying to lower myself and even degrade myself online to make money to support my son and I so we don’t have to go back to the abuse, but even that I can’t find. My parents see the pain and the struggle. They know how badly I want normal life’s how I’ve lost most of my life to this abuse, yet they don’t even ask me how I’m doing. Yes I would like them to say, you can come here and stay to get your life started again, or how can we help. Not to tell me to go back. Like do my parents hate me? I don’t understand and it’s messing me up. It truly hurts me every day. Especially seeing what my son has to go through and his grandparents don’t care to even check on him. It’s baffling and I will never ever understand. I want so badly to find a way to make a lot of money so I can show my parents that I can make it in this life without heir help. I want them to see me make it from afar because I get away from them. A part of me thinks I’ll be better off emotionally not having them in my life at all at this point. Just them knowing I had to go back tomorrow to the abuse makes me sad sick and angry. This could be that one time when it goes all wrong, would they even feel bad. I could use some help badly. Even advice would be wonderful. Push me in the direction where I can start to rebuild my life with my kids. How do I do it if I don’t have anything? No way of even getting anywhere. Not a dime to my Name today, no friends. How do I survive away? Where do I go next and how do we get there. I’m so afraid, and I’m lost. At 43 I’m lost like a child. Thanks everyone. Sorry for the lengthy reply. Not trying to take any focus off of OP. They come first. This venting was needed. Thanks again.