The table's a mess. We're having a hard time figure out how to rearrange it. So, the "stranger" tells you to tip it all on the floor, you, not sure what happens when you do it, does it, and after a few moments, whatever we really need back on the table, we will pick it up, despite what the "stranger" says. We end up with what we really want, and everything else on the floor.
Sometimes family is really hurting ourselves, and it can be a wise choice to screw them and leave. A close relative of mine killed himself after years of emotional abuse from his mother. That's stuff that's happened to me before, and if, to survive, I have to leave whoever it is to sink or swim, then screw them. My survival and sanity is of prime importance. Sometimes, taking care of family is a luxury we can't afford.