I feel more like myself when I’m away from my family

I can feel myself assimilating back into a way of living that doesn’t stagger under the weight of a million expectations or unending scripts of “But your cousin did this and your cousin did that”.
Is it do wrong to distance myself from a situation that’s doomed to be a vicious cycle? I look at my family and I can only see self-inflicted unhappiness and I can’t honestly respect myself if I follow that path.
And no, I’m not Pinnochio being lured out to Pleasure Island. I’m not living a life just because I have freedom from my elders. I live my life because I want to be content and free to love Russell, and to give love in future to our children. I understand the responsibility and hard work it takes to achieve that - and believe me, I work hard. But love is hard and life is unfair.
Time spent with the one you love makes life extremely enjoyable - even through the hard times.
So I’m very happy. I just sometimes wish that things could be easier and that my mother would stop demonising me or my father would just talk to me and not at me.
Oh well.