Problems

 My mother died a year less 4 days ago. I remember, the last year of her life, we did not get along. I was living on my own, and my family had cut ties with me. It all came down to me mentioning I was going to stop taking medication. What followed were 8 months of me getting physically healthy, and them resorting to forcefully committing me once again. I was experiencing poverty this entire time (and still am, to some degree). They have almost a million bucks.

Forgive me for saying I'm glad the bitch is dead. And my father, who is just as clueless and dumb as the others, just let it all happen. In fact, it was my mother who committed me originally when I was 23. These people are monsters.

If you have a kid, you don't take away your love (if it was ever there - I have my doubts in my case). You can punish and discipline if appropriate, but once you have a kid, it's your commitment to love them for life. Or at least, that is how it should go. In reality, many of us are victims of child abuse.