My husband and I have always disagreed about the importance of family. He grew up very poor with a large tight knit family. I grew up lower class with hardly any family at all. I have one brother. 3 cousins. Yes a total of 3 cousins on both sides. For him family is something to fight for and help no matter what the cost to your own sanity. For me if family treats me like shit time and time again my instinct is to just run away. I don't need an obligation that is going to hurt me or use me.
Now we disagree about how I need to handle my mother. We had both been drinking so of course we're screaming at each other in the car. I told my mom to fuck off. My husband called my dad. I'm locked in my bathroom and never want to come out. Fuck I hate myself.