Not american but this past month I've really started appreciating the fact that my family has more or less the same views as me. My relationship with my parents is already not ideal, if I learned they voted for the far right I imagine I'd eventually cut ties.
With my family, I know my mom and my brother did not vote for Trump. My brother is bi, and hates Trump with a fiery passion. My mom is just repulsed by him and is, generally speaking, a moderate who has voted both parties historically (maybe a Reagan democrat, even).
My sister likely voted for Trump. Maybe. I don't know. I don't really want to know, because I love my sister. She cares deeply about veteran's issues, and works helping veterans with PTSD. Hands on work. She goes out to crazy people's cabins because they won't come out, and she takes them food and helps get them back on their feet. So I wouldn't like to think she voted for Trump, but she probably did, because she also gets her news from the far right bubble that many soldiers have embedded themselves in, and many soldiers voted for Trump.
Her husband almost certainly didn't vote. I've never heard him express a political opinion in his life beyond how disinterested he is in politics.
My sister's daughter is gay, and she voted for Hillary. Her sons are both on the spectrum. One of them is a successful young man with some problems who probably didn't vote, and the other is going to live at home forever because his neurodiversity makes it nearly impossible for him to function in the neruotypical world. He certainly didn't vote.
My dad is dead, but would have totally voted for Trump, just to piss me off. To be fair, if we were planning on getting together, I wouldn't have avoided it. But man, my dad and I might have torn the roof off arguing. I can see it now, me and him, yelling, my brother's already yelled and left, my sister crying in the corner, and my mom asleep in the bedroom. Man, I miss my dad.
Family and politics are complicated.