HI. I don't know you, but I have a story that might help. Six years ago I disowned my Dad. He and I are the only blood alive, everyone else is dead and I have no brother and sisters. I am almost 56 years old and it took me until I was 49 to realise that my Dad didn't really care about me at all. For the first 17 years of my life he stood by while my mother systematically abused me. He then let his second wife treat me like dirt, and then his third wife also, and within seventeen days of marrying that one (who he'd been seeing on the side for all the years wife No. 2 was dying), he'd changed his will and left everything to her, and I was afforded the opportunity to pick over what she didn't want. This is a woman who divorced a dying man and married my father on the day that poor man died. Its a story you couldn't make up - the truth of two horrible, conscienceless people being so deserving of one another, being far stranger than any kind of fiction.
I never got along with my mother and so my Dad was the be-all and end-all for me. I adored him, so I made excuses my whole life for why he treated me so badly, and I forgave him everything, over and over again, as often as he broke my heart. It was accidentally finding his will, that finally got me to take off my rose tinted spectacles and STOP giving him chance after chance after chance, to be a decent person and treat me like I mattered. He didn't have much to leave, and for me it wasn't even about the money - it was about the message. I realised a few things: it was a toxic relationship, it was all one-way, I'd spent virtually my entire life refusing to accept the fact that he didn't really care whether I was dead or alive, and I WAS WORTH MORE.
It has been the hardest thing EVER. But I'd still rather cut off all contact, than have any kind of contact that would leave me with silly hope that he'd somehow be a healthy party to a relationship. I miss him, I will for the rest of my life, and it is desperately sad, but here's the thing: I'm HAPPIER, in MYSELF. He cannot be who I want him to be, so I am better off without him. He may be my father, but he makes me feel worthless, so why would I want someone like that in my life? Just because someone is family, it doesn't mean its right to keep them in your life if all they do is put you under pressure, make you sad, make you feel worthless or demand more of you than they give in return. No relationship can survive based on obligation, bullying, indifference, expectation, etc, and family status is no entitlement to a place in your life if they don't deserve it.
I told my father exactly what I thought of him, and I left the door ajar, telling him that if he wanted to walk through it he had to shape up and be a decent person, or not to bother. So far he hasn't bothered, and I'm better off for it.
The decision to cut my dad out of my life was a painful one, but I just got to the end of my ability to make excuses for someone who didn't deserve to be in my life. It is HE who doesn't recognise the value and meaning of family, not me. Removing him from my life as the only blood relative I have will hurt me till the day I die, but it is still a better choice than allowing myself to be continnually abused, which is what it amounted to. Only you know what will be right for you. I wish you well with your choice, and whatever it is, just continue to be o=your awesome, amazing and wonderful self. Its their loss more than it is yours, if they can't appreciate you. x x x