That unfortunately isn't even the half of it. I was hit by a drunk driver October 2nd of 2006. I had a 1% chance of living. I spent a year and a half in the hospital and was in a coma for three months. The night that sealed the fate in terms of the end of my relationship with them, my father had collected every picture taken of me tore them up, threw them in my face and screamed, "you are dead to us. We should have left you on the side of the road to die."

Fortunately, I have a wonderful and loving husband. That stood by me through the dissolve of my relationship with my family. My Uncle walked me down the isle at my wedding. And my family, "by love, not law," is incredible. Some people say blood is thicker than water, but my friends are my family. It's true you can choose your friends but not your family. In a different context that saying takes on a whole new meaning.

Thank you for your advice. It is very healing to talk about it.

Edit: drive to driver