Cutting off my parents

Shit finally reached a head last night. My dad let it all out. I have been struggling with the nonsense coming out of this administration for a long time. I got a new job in September that is based out of Minneapolis, I negotiated that I wouldn’t have to move until the summer because my kids had already started school. The escalation in the city and murder of civilians has obviously weighed on my mind. My parents have always refused to have open dialogue about politics. I’ve had maybe two or three brief conversations with them about it in my entire life, and I’m nearly 40. They are both presumably die hard conservatives. I know that they are devoted “Christians”. I started sending them links to articles, videos, and images of the disgusting stuff happening in the country and got absolutely zero response. When Alex Pretti was murdered though I reached out to my dad (didn’t want to stress mom out) and told him more or less that I was on the verge of a panic attack. Still nothing. My wife ended up texting them that I need their support. Good lord did that open the flood gates. Didn’t help that I’d had a few but oh well. A lot of texting later my dad told me that the thinks I’m a “pussy” and told me to “fuck off” and that my kids will wonder why we took them away from my children. I cannot fathom any circumstance that would cause me to speak to my own kids that way. So you know what? I leaned in, hard. I came right back at him with the language. And threw in that my half sister molested me as a kid. I never told him because I guess I thought it would ruin his relationship with her and regardless of what happened I didn’t want to deprive him of that relationship. Sound toxic eh? I see that now. This morning, I sent a screenshot to my aunts and uncles and full blooded sister. Fuck em. They can reap what they sowed. Everyone is blocked. I’m done. It’s just me, my wife and kids now. It’s just us, no one else anymore. I fucking hate the times we live in.