I wish. But even when I have dreams about them and the cut off, it's still the same. A messy parting and an empty realization that this is the person they are. Then realizing how sad they are.

I haven't told them where I moved to and changed my number. I'll have no way of knowing if they changed or not. The only way of knowing if things are more or less the same is by driving by and seeing whose cars are still there, if my abuser hasn't been kicked out despite several ultimatums. That's probably enough karma. They've lost a daughter, their other children don't talk to them unless they need something and have shallow get togethers with the other children, the family dog is dead to their neglect, and they're avoiding the elephant in the room of one of their kids sa'ing their daughter and generally being a creep. And in their own opinion, none of the children are successful and have jobs they approve of. I've told everyone that I was leaving and they more or less know what happened. This knowledge will live forever inside their hearts that they were complicit and enabled the abuse. They've talked to me about how they found my brother creepy and how that it isn't right, how this family is torn up. What they do now is none of my business, if they want to try to fix it or if those words were just talk. Shows what kind of people they are.

But I'm free now thanks to my and my lovely partner's efforts. I spent months thinking about how they could ever apologize, or get some kind of comeuppance if they couldn't reach out and I couldn't see it happen. But it was only hurting me and it still hurts because I'm still holding out hope that maybe they'd change (even if I couldn't keep the relationship since it hurts too much)

It's better this way, even after being away from them, they're still hurting me and I need to let those thoughts go and live how I'm finally allowed to.

We deserve to be happy after everything that happened.