I aways struggled with the concept of family and the saying that "blood doesn't turn to water". We universally want humans to regard family as the de-facto greatest thing in their lives, but when you start looking at things pragmatically, it's not quite like that and a lot of anguish and trauma stems from family ties. We're basically told, we must love a bunch of humans and care about them, because... DNA. I care about my parents, but honestly, I love some of my friends more, and I don't think that makes me a horrible person.

This story of yours reminds me that we owe it to ourselves to only stay in relationships that elevate our lives. All others are not worth investing in.

Absolutely love how the three generations fold into the one storyline here.