Two things, and I'm not sure which I would choose if I had to...
After my Nana died, and the council were on the point of kicking me out of the house I grew up in, and that my Dad was born in, I went to see a councillor, and he asked me what I wanted. Just what I wanted to happen. And I rationalised and minimised myself out of the only home I'd ever known, and that I desperately wanted to stay in.
After my uncle found out that my mother had been hitting me and my Nana for years, he threw her out on the streets in the clothes she stood up in - changed the locks while she was at work. And made me be the one to tell her. I'd stand up to him now. Tell him that what he was doing to her was wrong, whatever she'd done, and that I wanted no part in it.