Glad that you made your way, AleXXX. From what you describe and since not many can escape such an evironment, you can be just glad and (a little) proud. 
I once had a lover who came from an abusive family (father was a boxer) but had carried all the negative things like domestic abuse, drug and alcohol abuse with him, plus the inability to stand to his love for a man. Needless to say that one night I got a black eye as well, but only once. I was in love so it took a while to quit the contact to him, till my heart followed my head. Does that count?
Other than that: no and no, never disowned, never been disowned. Two loving parents and two nanny goats ("Ziegen"), which are my older sisters. And it's not my nickname, it's how my mom called them. As a loving son I would not dare to disagree. I love to hate them all. My sisters have families with each three children, some their own, some in some kind of "patchwork".
I once had a lover who came from an abusive family (father was a boxer) but had carried all the negative things like domestic abuse, drug and alcohol abuse with him, plus the inability to stand to his love for a man. Needless to say that one night I got a black eye as well, but only once. I was in love so it took a while to quit the contact to him, till my heart followed my head. Does that count? Other than that: no and no, never disowned, never been disowned. Two loving parents and two nanny goats ("Ziegen"), which are my older sisters. And it's not my nickname, it's how my mom called them. As a loving son I would not dare to disagree. I love to hate them all.
My sisters have families with each three children, some their own, some in some kind of "patchwork".
