They all fucked up. My parents, and my grandparents who accepted having alcoholic son in low under their roof and putting up with him.
I am grateful that I don't have to be near my parents any more. They are not bad, evil people, but weak and foolish and I hate them for that. I always come back from home angry and poisoned with this negative energy, this emotional desert follows me for some time.
I don't really care that they did the best they could. I just want to be left alone now.