I have been no contact with my parents for 10 weeks. I needed some time to figure some stuff out. I don't hate my parents. I love them. But our family was dysfunctional and emotionally neglectful and that has affected me massively now, as an adult. I had been toying with the idea of sending a card. I didn't want to send the wrong impression but I didn't want to be petty. Then reading your post triggered a flashback to learning to ride my bike as a kid. I wasn't very good and struggled. I kept falling off and was crying. My dad got frustrated and angry and I fell off into a muddy puddle. He made me get back on my bike, covered in mud and wet and try again. This time I managed to ride my bike, both my dad and brother who were looking on were ecstatic. I wasn't. I remember the shame of being useless and dirty and wanting to go inside and crawl into my bed and cry. I think that's what I did. I was 7. Those feelings have stayed with my entire life and have made me feel powerless. I love my dad, but I love myself more now. I won't be sending a card this year.