Maybe since my kids aren't that old, it's different for me, I don't know. Maybe I'm just a sick enough person that it doesn't bother me too much if people in my family shun me. I just feel that reality is more important. I sometimes think of going back, but to do what? If you're not willing to think your way out of a paper bag, why should I trip over steaming piles of cow dung to get your attention/fake affection? Forget you, and forget them, too!
No, once you've been burned by them, that's it. No more negotiating, trying to meet them halfway. I'll take my solitude as a welcome victory over their treachery any day of the week. Except...it does get lonely. Just not lonely enough to go back. Popping in a good R-rated drama is always a good remedy to those kinds of thoughts. May I recommend 'Black Swan' on Blu-ray? It has nothing to do with anything, just a couple of hours of Natalie Portman in high definition is sure to improve your life on some level, is all.
Heck, I'm a doormat (I was just at Target, and it's definitely one word according to them, not two), and I'm not going back. You're not a doormat, man. You can at least fare better than me!
--sd-7