I guess you could say that I disowned my entire family.
In 1987, my fantastic/wonderful mother passed away. Shortly thereafter, I was publicly and falsely accused of something truly horrible (if it had been factual). Most of my so-called relations believed in my guilt, because they had never really taken the time to get to “know” me.
The accusations made against me were in retaliation by those against whom I had testified in court, due to my volunteering to help a major metropolitan police force with an undercover investigation.
The reason that my help was so valuable to them, was because whenever a police officer attempted to go undercover and infiltrate the organization being investigated, the “bad guys” always managed to find out who the undercover officer was, due to an informant in the police department who had access to personnel records.
So, because I was not an employee of that police department, and because no written records about me were kept by the ones who knew what I was doing for them, I was successful in infiltrating the organization and gathering intelligence for my friends in the police department.
The result of the information I discovered, resulted in the arrest and prosecution of no less than 600 people, many of whom were prominent in the community. So naturally, I had to be discredited, so my testimony would be disallowed by the courts.
In the process of that being done to me, several of my relatives found out that I was being accused of wrongdoing, and the nature of the charges against me, and instead of asking me if the charges were indeed true (they weren’t), they simply chose to believe them, as many of you would have, had you seen the “evidence” against me.
I was eventually cleared of all charges, and still have the letters from the Prosecutor, the Police Department involved, and the Court, absolving me of any and all complicity with those whom I was investigating. But, those letters did no good for my relatives, many of whom believed they were all part of some kind of massive “cover up.” Such is life, I guess.
It was at that point in my life, after spending much time (and several thousand dollars) to exonerate myself, that I decided to just disown my entire family. I am now celebrating my 20th year of having zero contact with any of them. And, I need to add that I have no regrets about my decision, and am happy with it. All of them can go to Hell.
Also, because I was adopted, I am not turning my back on “my own flesh and blood,” because they never were.
With regards to those who falsely accused me, I went to civil court and obtained a massive libel judgement of several million dollars being awarded to me. The “victory” was only on paper, unfortunately, because when I tried to collect my largesse, my attorneys discovered that the assets of the defendants had long ago been seized by the state and federal government, to satisfy tax liens against them.
It took me 10 years to finally pay my attorney bills, resulting from my litigation.
But, at least I was fully exonerated.
It is when you are at your lowest point, that you find out who your true friends really are.
Those who stand beside you, you keep and cherish. Those who refuse to believe in you (and in your innocence) you discard (disown).