Why my family doesn't talk to me

My mother has 8 siblings, she is the second born. With the exception of very few, most of her siblings are assholes. Only two of her 6 sisters speak to us. The two that speak to us are 2 of the few who are educated, much less the fact that they are very educated. My grandmother is an asshole who would rather encourage her daughters to run away from a woman screaming for help and not go help her. My dad isn't in my life, and yet we speak to one of his siblings and used to speak to his mother more than we've spoken to my mom's mom in about 5 years. My dad's mom is going into a nursing home soon, is completely senile and has no clue who anyone is. Bottom line, most of my family isn't really my family. They hate me and choose to protect an animal who preys on children. My grandmother thinks god will someday take her into his arms. I choose not to believe in her god who protects the animals, rapists and monsters of the world. I choose to believe she is going to hell, far sooner than she may think.