You bet! My mother and grandmother were really ticked off with me when I stood up and said I was tried of being lied to and was going to find my own path. My grandmother disowned me and my mother would keep telling me that I was going to go to hell. She finally shut up when I told her that I did not believe in hell and that if there were such a place it was the life I had been living with an alcohalic mother. She didn't speak to me for sometime after that, which was OK by me. She preferred drinking to raising her kids, so we all depended on Daddy and he was a very good man and father.
