I stopped talking to part of my family because they didn't support my choices, nor did they try. They just griped at me on the phone long-distance about all the things I'm not doing right. I was 20 and alone in a new place with no money, working and doing homework until 2 in the morning. Years went by. I was so mad. I got my footing, got a dream job or two, got married. I was so happy. I found it in my heart to give them another chance, because I didn't want to hold the hate anymore. I did. But it's so hard. Nothing has changed on their part. I feel like they dislike anyone who follows their heart, even if they have literally told me how much happier I seem now. Like it's surprising that moving out of a small town and finding your tribe and being successful, whatever that means to a person personally, can make someone happy. I don't get it. It's like they're mad I can stand on my own feet? My sister was a teen mom and could do no wrong, and still got more support than I ever did for choosing to move away to go to school. I feel for my little brother still stuck in their grasp, I know he wanted to move farther for school but his mind has been changed. They told me that they didn't get to follow their dreams, so I shouldn't - point blank. I refused to accept it. Now it feels like they just use me for a place to stay occasionally on the way to other vacations and I don't think it's worth it. They don't even pretend to want to see me in their plans. I'd rather just be told I'm the unfavorite child and have that be it. The funny thing is, I'm a spitting image of my dad. I don't know how it drives his wife so crazy, she chose to marry the guy.