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Input: I originally posted this on the relationships subreddit a while ago, but lately I've been thinking about this whole situation and I'm wondering if I'm in the wrong here to be essentially holding a grudge against my parents for the things they've done in the past (as well as fairly recently). I want to know if I'm being the asshole here for giving up my relationship with my parents and having stopped trying to fix things. Or maybe everyone's the asshole here, or maybe it's just my parents. Anyway, you be the judge, here it is. 

Throwaway because it's possible this will contain enough info to potentially identify me to friends/family. 

This post is going to get VERY LONG, but I will try to be as concise as possible. There's so much involved here I'm really not sure where to even start. Maybe the best way is to provide some personal anecdotes with my parents, leading up to why I tried to cut ties with my dad, leading to why I now don't talk to both my parents. Yes, there is a TLDR at the bottom.

Growing up my dad would constantly tell me stories between him and my mom's parents that made him seem like the victim and made my grandparents seem like the bad guys. The greatest extent my mom would go to stop him from doing this was to just say "Stop it, it's not nice", but he would continue and she would enable it. As a result, in my younger and teenage years, I kind of feared and didn't 100% like my grandparents, because I've been given the impression that they secretly hate my dad for no good reason at all. On top of this, every time we were going to go to my mom's family's place for different holidays, my dad would make a huge fuss about going over, calling them names, complaining about the time we're supposed to make it there, purposely going slow to make us late, etc., resulting in either my mom or me (or both) being really mad at him for the entire visit there. Looking back it must have been very obvious to everyone there that we were always in a bad mood when we went to visit, while my dad pretended to like them all while there. 

Let's back up a little bit to middle school. My English teacher had us read the newspaper once a week and present or write reports on different articles. One of these days, the teacher asks to see me after class. He shows me an article on the front page of our local newspaper (which I just realized wasn't included during the activity in class) that says someone with the same name as my dad has been arrested for money laundering. At the time I had zero idea what was going on, and when he asked me if I was ok or knew about it I just said I was fine and didn't know anything about it. That day, my mom picks me up from school, and I ask him about what was in the paper. I don't remember as many details from this point, but basically my dad got so pissed off he and/or my mom called the school, saying it was none of their business and the teacher shouldn't be showing me things like that. 

Fast forward 2 years, right before high school is about to start, my mom ends up driving me to the courthouse because my dad just got sentenced to like a year or something in jail. At this point neither parent has yet to fill me in completely yet, and the only part they tell me is that somehow their counter case for "age discrimination" got dismissed and that my dad's ex-job was a bunch of assholes. What follows is several months of visiting him in jail until he gets parole. During this time, he makes all kinds of promises such as getting along with my mom's family and not making going to see family such a catastrophic hassle every time. In addition, he starts guilting me to not hold what he did (the stealing money) against him. For a while I didn't, because I thought he realized what he did was wrong and that this was an isolated incident. 

Fast forward to me turning 18. Now, growing up until around 16 I would usually give birthday+holiday money to my parents to put into my savings account. I remember being like 9 or something and getting this little handheld balance tracker (bankbook?) and for a while I would keep track of the money I saved. I probably stopped tracking it after a while, and in my teens I kinda just figured my parents were handling it for me. So, having turned 18, I asked my parents about the savings account. They both denied its existence, saying that whatever money I was talking about I must have already spent myself. I didn't buy this, because I specifically remember at one point this account being at least $5000 several years ago, and I never touched it myself. So, one of the (rare) times I was visiting my grandparents, I decided to ask them if they remember this account's existence. They did. I told them my parents were denying remembering me having anything like that, so the following weekend they come visit me and my parents and confront them about it. My mom confesses that they took the money to help them pay off their bills. Then my dad says "It wasn't even that much anyway, just a couple thousand dollars." This is around when I generally stopped trusting them.

Let's get caught up to what's happening most recently. About a year ago at Christmas, my dad was proudly telling me and my mom how he decided to call my grandma (who was 91 years old and fairly recently widowed by my grandpa) and "tell her off" for all the ways she's mistreated him over the years. This made me super angry. Then when we went to visit my mom's family for Christmas, he told me to watch him as he went over to apologize to my grandma. As soon as he finished talking to her, he turns around and sticks his tongue out at me like a 5 year old in full view of pretty much everyone else there. The entire rest of my visit there I'm livid with him, and on the way to the airport when my parents are dropping me off, I finally snapped. I told him off how he's spent my whole life trying to make me hate half my family, and how I've absolutely had it with him. As this is going on, whenever I brought up a specific time he's been a shitty dad that I knew my mom was aware of, my mom took his side and would deny it was true. I told my mom she enables his shitty behavior. For several months, I didn't talk to either of them, but then my grandmother ended up passing away so I had to fly back for her funeral. Instead of saying anything remotely apologetic or kind, my dad starts again with me by saying that he's never done or said anything for me to dislike my mom's family and that if I feel alienated from them or feel like I barely know them or missed out getting to actually know them while growing up, it's my own fault. I call bullshit and repeat everything I'd said before, and my mom continues to stay silent or take his side. Meanwhile during this timeline, I was sending countless emails to my mom explaining why I'm so disgusted with my dad and specifically why I want to cut ties with him, yet she never replied or acknowledged any of it. Fast forward to a couple months ago, at this point I was back to talking with my mom, but not my dad. It was my dad's birthday and my mom texted me over and over all day begging to call him for his birthday. I repeatedly tell her no. Finally at like 10pm he ends up calling me, asking me the real reason I don't like him, as if I haven't wasted millions of breaths or thousands of words repeating it over and over to him. Rinse, repeat, except this time my mom 100% takes his side rather than mostly staying silent. At this point I'm pretty much not talking to either one of them. 

I should wrap up all the remaining background info before this turns into a life story, so I'll just list off the rest here. I recall at one point my dad saying he wasn't sorry at all for stealing money from that job because "he deserved it." Following his parole, he never did stop causing arguments over visiting mom's family for different occasions, claiming that his side of the family 2000 miles away was my "real" family. Growing up I watched both my parents gamble away thousands of dollars plus multiple vacations to Las Vegas with their 8 year old kid (me) in the hotel room left to play video games. The house I grew up in was owned by my grandparents (mom's side), not my parents, and this whole time they never had to pay any kind of rent towards the mortgage. Until I was 12 they both had full-time jobs with very minimal bills to pay. Yet, they didn't have money to pay for my college, and my grandparents ended up helping me pay for it. When it came time to decide where to go to college, my dad told me I "better" pick the one closer to them (spoiler alert, I chose the farthest). Once I graduated, my grandparents told my parents to make the payments for the student loans I had to take. Ever since I stopped talking to my dad a year ago, my parents stopped sending me the money to pay the student loan payments, and now I've been doing it myself. Consistently in public and with mom's family, he would essentially act like a toddler in different ways such as loudly mocking other people, making poorly timed inappropriate jokes, or otherwise talking trash about others (mostly my family) behind their backs then pretending to like them in person. He lacks very basic pragmatics. He would also do what I call "selective listening", where most of the time he pretends not to hear what people are saying, until as soon as he thinks he's being talked about he suddenly has perfect hearing. This in particular has led to me and my mom constantly having to repeat things for him even though I'm pretty sure most of the time he truly heard us, or was making us repeat things to be funny. And if it hasn't become clear yet at this point, all these years my mom let him behave like this and enabled his embarassingly childish and egotistical behavior. As far as all the stories he told me about my mom's family ove

trying to end my relationship with my parents