My dad was awful, an alcoholic who terrorised us. My mam eventually left him, i was an adult by then and had just had my own baby. I went NC with dad when mum left, solidarity with her etc. Then he died, never even having met his first grandchild. It all makes 'sense', i don't think i did anything wrong but i have this awful niggling feeling. Please help me shift the nasty feeling ☹️