Wow! The more I learn about other families, the more I realize how much alike we all are! My story is somewhat similar to yours, but not quite to the level of yours.
My parents are deceased, and sometimes I feel guilty that I do not miss them at all. I feel evil for even confessing how I feel.
The rest of my family I left behind and moved to the other end of the country, Here I have my daughter, granddaughter, and great-granddaughter. We feel like the family outcasts, but it's really for the best. My mother's "love" was possession and toxicity. My dad was narcissistic. My brother and sister are both on total disability and hardly able to function in life.
Like me, you can be proud that you have pulled yourself up by your own bootstraps and left the poison behind.
Life can be wonderful. We are making a wonderful life, and I believe you are, too. Congratulations!