My husband cries alot because he lost both his father and mother with a 3 year period. One to illness, the other suicide. He has no other family aside from his trouble making sister who neglects her children and makes extremely questionable decisions. On my end, my family is all alive. But I spent a long time wishing death on them and I'm tired of pretending them being dead wouldn't 100% benefit me in every way. Absolutely horrible people. It's sad that someone with no family really, can understand where I come from on that, because he's witnessed first hand the horrors I'm dealt with from them. And at 24 have already been isolated from them to the best of our abilities (if they'd stop purposely trying to find me and start shit that is.). It's really sad coming from different sides of the fence when neither situation is okay. Life is strange.