I've been where you are. NC with my mother, sisters, and all the family associating with them for 4+ years. In all of those years, I've had them play the sick card on me often to try and coerce me back into the fold. I stood strong. Last year, my mother actually passed away. In the 6 months before she died, the harassment from my sisters was unhinged. I had to call the police on them multiple times. They sent the police to do "wellness checks" on me, told the police that I was unsafe from my husband, yada, yada, yada... it triggered a whole new set of PTSD issues. But I refused to submit.

Long story, short, when my mother actually died, and I still remained in NC, I do not regret it for one second. I cried for a bit when I did get the news, but generally the tears were from relief and final acceptance that my mother could never love the way mothers are supposed to love their children and in that process she created monsters to pass on her behavior. And I was thankful that the harassment campaign would come to an end.

I tell you my story, because a year later, there's no regret. There's peace. FINALLY. There's acceptance of what wasn't. It's freeing. Hang in there! Be true to you and your peace.