man, i know what your thinking here, i raised myself too. from the age 9-12 i didnt get a hug or an "i love you" from my mom and i lived with her and shared a room with her. she was like a zombie emotionally and would go to the casino on christmas eve and my birthday. she didnt even notice that i was selling coke by the age of thirteen so i could buy me and my brother groceries. My brother was all fucked up too from my mom filling him with behavioral drugs so he would black out and beat me til i passed out and she didnt notice that either. trust me, i spent plenty of nights angry as hell at my mother. but in the end there's two sides to every story. turned out she was all fucked up herself. her mom died when she was 6, her dad left her to fend for herself at 15(got two jobs and had to drop out to survive), she had been raped, beaten, ect...and it all just so happen to hit her when i needed her most. i held it against her for years and finally realised it wasnt worth it. she tries now at least to help me out and give a shit but if i would have never given her a second chance ide have no family right now. it took my dad dying to realise family is a little more important than being pissed off all the time at em. sometimes it's easier to just let it go no matter what happened. not for them but for you.