My family are notoriously self-absorbed and self-interested people, so they're too busy serving themselves to be hateful. At the same time they also don't give a crap about me. The sort of people who only call up or get in contact when they want something, but are never available should I need something.
I guess it's middle ground.
Doesn't really matter; I don't need them, and it's taken me four or five years to realize whatever I may think they "owe" me in terms of care isn't happening (and some of them did owe considering what they've put me through with their addictions and mental issues), so I might as well suck it up and get on with my own life. They're 300 miles away, thank god.