My parents were slamming speed all throughout her pregnancy, and when I was a child. My mother left us with my father, and disappeared for years. He would get drugged out and beat me leaving huge welts. Spent some time in child services but he got us back by manipulating us to act sad in the court and beg to be back with our "daddy." Then when he went to prison when i was in 6th grade my mother came and got my sister and I and we moved in with her and her skinhead husband. He would beat us, but mostly he was just annoying. She left him after she found out he was cheating on her.
She eventually got with a guy named Chris (another skinhead.) I remember in 9th grade coming home to him, my sister and little brother, his daughter and son all in his room watching adult videos. I remember telling them to go jump on the trampoline outside. At the time I was so scared to say anything and just kind of repressed it. My sister moved in with a family friend, and I was kicked out at 15. It wasn't until after all this my sister came forward and told people about the abuse. We then found out he was already a registered sex offender. It was all kind of a surreal experience but he's serving a life term now, and won't see outside again unless it's behind a fence. loser....
She left him eventually when she had to confront what he did, and she ended up going to prison for a little bit (drug related.) I think it was when I was 21 she finally reached out to me, and wanted to make amends. I 100% did not want to, but was convinced by my aunt saying that she was different. When I met up with her it was the only time I've ever seen her cry. She had apparently left prison and lived in a woman's home for about a year, and really reflected on her life. She apologized to me, and although at the time I didn't forgive her it's been 10 years now, and I love her dearly.
I think sometimes we forget that our parents are people too. I'm not saying that we have to support them, and put up with what they do to us, but I do think that everyone has the ability to change themselves if they really want to. My mother is 10 years sober, and has repaired her relationship with all 6 of us. My sister took the longest to come around (for good reason,) but she realized that something changed in our mother, and took a chance on forgiveness.
My heart goes out to all of you dealing with crazy people and family in your lives. Sometimes it's best to just walk away. Maybe one day they'll realize what they've done is wrong, but maybe not. The point is that when I left that situation I was happy. Not in the best place financially at the time AT ALL but to just be away from the negativity, and to finally focus on myself and grow as a person was so liberating. Love all of you, and if you ever need to vent message me.