Yes, I have had no contact with my father since his birthday last april, when I decided to call him, after having cut contact for about 6 months before that. The first thing he said to me, after the initial "Oh you've made me so happy for calling, I love you" was "You really need help" in his best sympathetic voice.
I changed my mind about agreeing to see him for lunch after that moment, and have had no contact or returned his calls or texts since. He feels gone and dead to me...and I know he feels it too. He even said that he was so scared because it felt like I was dead...and I am. The me he thinks I am is dead. I am not that person. I never was that person. He doesn't know me at all, and that is the very definition of what a stranger is.
I had not been in contact with my mother for about a year at that point, and she only started calling me (on his behalf of course) about 2 months after I told my father to go f*ck himself and that we're done. After her attempt to manipulate me back into the fold with extremely cunning lies that really made me believe she was sincere about wanting to change (which is what she said...she actually admitted that they both needed to change if they wanted to see me again...and then renigged on it later, in her usual fashion.)
It was an incredibly liberating feeling to tell them both to f*ck off, but I have also struggled immensely, on a daily basis with the internal battle of fighting their voices, and my own guilt, pain and feeling like I am bad, as well as being told that I am atrocious by my brother, who I did not call for his birthday last week, and am feeling bad that I didn't really feel bad about it...like I should feel bad. I heard him inside my mind this morning telling me that I'm not worth it anyway, and can go to hell, and I'm just a nasty selfish person and nothing. I am better at fighting back nowadays though, and telling those voices to piss off and that I'm not any of those things...it's all their own crap and I'm not owning it...they can take it back when they are ready to own it.
I hear my mother forever telling me how childish I'm being (that's her favorite one) and how 'ungrateful' I am. They obviously don't know me at all, because I make a habit of giving thanks for all the blessings I've had, even within a dysfunctional system of family, I knew how lucky I was and do keep in mind the good times as well. I just refuse to ignore the mistreatment like they want me to.
Today has been a hard day with fighting those tendencies to question, for the thousandth time, whether it all was as bad as I'm making it out to be, and trying not to compare my stuff to other peoples who have had sever trauma in their childhoods, as I wasn't raped or tortured or even physically abused by my parents. Emotional abuse and gaslighting has left me second guessing myself though, and eroded my confidence at a young age, and although I know they did not do this deliberately at all, and it is their own patterns passed down from their parents they are acting out, that doesn't mean I am willing to stick around for it anymore, or spend a lifetime trying to get them to see past their denial.
I feel bad because I have decided THEY aren't worth the trouble it takes to work together to transform it...which is what my heart of hearts wants. In order for that to happen though, ALL parties must be honest about what is going on...and they just aren't.
It's been very helpful to read all the comments in this thread, and I'm very grateful to be able to speak about it openly with people who aren't judgemental and understand the dynamics that make family so intolerable...TOO intolerable to bear any longer...to the point where this sort of drastic measurement has to be taken, for ones own mental health.