I feel that I cannot admit to her the extent of the problems and keep my relationship with my parents too.
It feels to me that my friend wants/needs me to choose all the time, and choose her over others, and memories of her husband who was my friend.
( I don?t talk about them, she does, and my refusal to agree to her demands that I agree he was an evil kidnapper who then deliberately abandoned her when he was done with her, her by the clever trick of killing himself, is in itself me ?choosing him over her?)
I don?t know if it?s any help to tell you it is perfectly possible to live comfortably understanding your parents where terribly flawed people, and what was done by them was terribly wrong, and yet still have compassion for them as people?
I come from something OTT and just accept them for who they where, how they where, what they did, and all their complexities. Whatever else, they gave me life and let me keep life, and that?ll do me.
My poor sister who generally reaped the reward end of our messed up childhood, hangs onto she was loved, therefore what happened to me must have been deserved, including my ?unique? name which leaves no one in doubt about my parent?s view of the latest child, and the one occasion when something shockingly violent was done to her, I must have somehow caused it, and anyway didn?t protect her (I was 9, glued to the spot by terror)
It?s easier for her to believe her life in and out of hospital was caused by me in the 12 years we shared, not by a messed up upbringing.
Wouldn?t matter but she named one of her children after me, and declared it a bad one.