Jane disowned me at the conclusion of two conversations we had today. She told me I was no longer part of the family, and she “meant it!” I was accused of having ‘all the answers,’ refusing to rescue her, and the cause of her predicament. My husband listened in disbelief. Jane escalated, and ultimately hung up on me. All I felt was relief. As long as she’s mad, she won’t call me! The irony here is that she is a family of one. Yes, we are her family, but she can’t toss any of us out as we are the ones who made room for her when she decided she needed us.