I think wherever there is abusive treatment, anger and rage aimed at you, the healthy thing is to just remove yourself. It did take me a long time to realise this. It's very painful withdrawing from someone we love but we either stand there and keep taking the rants and verbal bashings, or we leave. In my case, after a long time of trying to 'fix things', I had to leave. By leaving I mean just stopped trying. I no longer go back to even attempt to resurrect the communication.
I agree that on one particular Mum's group, not that I spend much time there, one of the most prominent pieces of advice that is very quickly given is to go No Contact. But a lot of them live on there soaking up all the bad news and drama that some of the posters rhyme off at random. They've all become self appointed experts and they're so right about everything. In fact, it's almost like forums have become a method of being parented through every little dilemma or difficulty. I feel redundant!
I also agree that rather than aim for what's affordable and sensible, they want it all now with bells on. Even the news recently has run articles with younger mothers complaining that having children was a mistake because they didn't know that they'd have to actually be so hands on looking after children. They don't seem to realise that when we have children, our own lives are sacrificed in the process but this was always a given.
If I'm completely honest, now that I've come through so much family difficulty, I seem to have reached a destination where life is so welcoming and friendly, I don't want my family back. Not as they were anyway. I find it amazing that they're the ones with the 'problem' and yet I had to go and get therapy!
One thing I know is that after being repeatedly cut off and excluded, you've no choice but to pick up the threads of what's left of your life and try and move on. Once you do, you start to realise how good life is without them and then you realise how much you've changed and how you no longer feel the same way about them that you once did. You still love them and you want them to be happy, but you don't love them like you once did. That's gone. They killed the part of you that held all that love. In it's place, a new you grows and the new you is much smarter, far wiser and a lot less inclined to dive anywhere near the deep end again.