I have one blood relative who touts her service helping sex trafficking victims, but refused to help her own sister who had been violated. She wouldn’t even return my phone call and hung up on me.

I have a mother who works in crisis response and social work, but spurned assisting her own daughter in crisis.

I have a gay sister who has undoubtedly been bullied, but turned away when her straight sister was bullied.

I have a brother who got so wrapped up in not making his other sisters mad; he declined aid when it was critical.

This is for you.

To the aunt who offered me a place to stay, only to backpedal after a month, because relatives pressured her to make me leave:

This is for you.

To the other kin who I never hear from or who couldn’t even pick up a phone to ask me if I was OK after I nearly perished and had nowhere to live:

This is for you.

If any one of you had been hurt, I would have been there for you. In fact, I’ve been there for you.

When my mother got cancer, I quit my job, left North Carolina and rushed home after buying her an expensive basket of beauty products with what little cash I had.

When my father was stuck in a hospital in Calgary, I flew up there, alone, to discharge him and get him home safely. I cannot count the number of times I visited my dad in the hospital or helped him with everything from walking to getting his medications.

When my sister came out of the closet, she came to me in fear and I supported her. I was the first and only person to know about her secret for a long while. I defended her.

When my brother was insecure or needed advice, I gave it. I went to movies with him and encouraged him when he met his future wife.

I encouraged and supported every last one of you.

I’m astonished.

As much as I’ve tried never to really need your help, there came a time where it was mandatory. I had lost pretty much everything. I totaled my car, in fact, the car I got after is still the car I drive. I’ve paid it off slowly and steadily, by myself. One person helped me get it; just one. It is my uncle and for that I am eternally grateful.

This is not for you.

As for the rest, none of you were there for me when this happened; none of you. You were too busy living your lives, going places and had absolutely no time to assist a family member in distress.

And, like any rational person, I cut you out of my life completely.

I believe in God and I’m all for forgiveness, but there are some things that are beyond looking past. When you blatantly chose to disregard my very life, that was the moment that our relationship became finalized.

All those times I helped every last one of you were discarded and most of you stood by watching me hurting and suffering, while doing nothing.

Yet, you could have. You had connections, extra rooms, money and even sofas. But, that was too much to ask for. My life was too much to ask for.

And as awful as that is, I get it. I don’t matter to you, and I never did. Unless you were getting every last caring action that I could muster or using me for something else, you were unmoved.

Please understand me when I say this and listen to me; seriously.

Do not write to me. Do not call me. Do not send me messages to want to meet up. We have nothing to share.

When I was at my lowest point, one man, came out and saved me; one man.

He was a stranger; never having laid eyes on me before that day. But, he stopped whatever he was doing at eight o’clock in the morning, when I tapped on his door, and saved my life. He never once complained about it being inconvenient or a bother.

He didn’t care what other people thought. He wasn’t concerned about my past. He didn’t give two damns about anything that brought me there. The only thing he cared about was saving my life.

I had no money. He did that for free. He gave me a plate of food. He made me eat. He combed my hair. He held me up when I could not hold myself up.

Now, today, I can hold myself up because of him. And now, some of you have been trying to senselessly weasel back into my life like all of that was nothing.

But, it wasn’t nothing. It was something. I saw with my own, two eyes that you did not care if I lived or died. And when I survived, most of you were aghast with nothing to say. And no, that had nothing to do with you. I was saved, despite the fact that you never cared for me, because someone up there, with a lot more significance than you have, does. The proof of that is that I am alive and well today.

I’m not bitter. I’m not angry. It’s insulting, which is why I’ve written this. You may not think much of me, but I’m smart enough to know that if you were alright with letting me cease living, then it’s probably in my best interest to stay away from you forever. And all that support and love I gave you, well, it’s gone now. But, I certainly won’t waste anymore of my time trying to lift up people who would never do the same for me.

However, if you really want to do something about what you have done, then you can.

Tell this man, the one who saved me, “thank you.” Send him a card. Show him respect.

Thank him from the bottom of your heart because without him, I wouldn’t be alive today.

By doing that, maybe, you’ll be taking some responsibility for your terrible choices.

Believe me when I say, I do not want hear from you. I wish you no ill will, I never have, but you simply are no longer welcome in my life. I’ve had enough of carrying on with people who only care about themselves.

Because of this man, countless children have a loving teacher to look up to and learn from. Because of what he did, scores of lives are better off. Because of him, I have a bright future.

He personifies what family and love really are, not you guys. You never did. And it’s sad. It’s horribly tragic and sad.

Anyone who had to deal with all of this alone while taking the blame from her family would be damaged. And you used that devastation as a punchline.

You were never for me, ever. Although it's difficult, I've learned to be for myself, even if none of you can do that, even if I stand mostly alone and even through the skeptics.

You lost any spot in my life. No matter what the reason or event, I will always have something better to do then to make time for any of you.

This is

Hopefully, you finally realize that you cannot treat a person like garbage and expect to keep her. By the time she composes herself and gets how little you cared, it will be too late.