Orphened at eighteen

At eighteen my Father kicked me out of the house. I was without a job and had it not been for my boyfriend and his family I would have been without a roof over my head as well. It is when I needed help the most that I realized who truely loves and cares about me and the ones that don't. I have to admit that what found out was both shocking yet not. Most of my family is in another state, I try to keep in contact through E-mail, I usually get a letter or two from my Grandma a month, And I have not heard much from my sister in a few months. The rest of my family I have had no contact with since I moved in with my Father three years ago now. I guess I really can be called an orphen now. For my Mother has never really been in my life at all, I only have very vague memories of her and those are from when I was in Kindergarden. I have no contact with my family on that side nor my brothers, I won't say that none of them on either side have not crossed my mind for they have many times, Along with the questions I ask myself and will continue to do so until I can reach the answers I need. If I can ever have these answers..