I struggle so much with this. And I really shouldn't. It was years and years ago, they are both now dead.
But they were both capable of being very loving, very generous, very supportive. Yet most of my memories of them are largely negative. I feel a bit rotten about this, as if I'm just deliberately in my mind trying to find bad things about them and remember no one is perfect.
One of the main things I struggle with now is the public punishments they used to dole out and the way they'd compare me very openly to friends of theirs with similar aged children and say their children were prettier, cleverer, funnier, more talented.
AIBU? I feel I might be! So give it to me straight.