I finally challenged mine on the car crash that was my childhood - appalling sexual boundaries, turning a blind eye to abuse.
General neglect.
In return they've denied it all and tried to tell my extended family that I'm mad/a fantasist - even though I have people who can corroborate the things I've said.
Now, they're clearly all crackers and I'm better off with out them.
But it hurts. It's really, really hurting me that they'd rather disown me and my children than admit to any of the things we all know they did.
Happy Christmas.