They were not terrible parents. Of their generation, I suppose. My mum likes to say that 'parent' was a noun not a verb when we were kids. They were mostly okay and occasionally really shit.
When I turned 16 they more or less said, welp, we're done. We've taught you everything we know and you're on your own now. They moved to another country and I lived in bedsits or occasionally with relatives. They financially supported me until I was 18. I had 3 jobs through uni. I did okay. Met my husband quite young. Settled down earlier than I should but that's turned out okay too. They were the same (worse) with my older brother. Always babied my little bother though. He lived at home until his 20s, and still has a bedroom at home now (40s)
I decided at some point to stop thinking of them as 'parents' and stop expecting them to fill that role. If they're just a lovely couple I know they're good fun. In my 20s we all ended up living in the same country. We saw them a bit more. 2 weeks before my first baby was born they moved to Portugal. That was 17 years ago. They're very happy there I think. We've seen them a handful of times. They don't really know my kids. We did offer to pay for them to come over and see us but they said no thanks. When my youngest was due, my mum sent me an odd message saying "you know I'll come and stay to help you when the baby is born, but you mustn't think I want to come. I'd much rather not. But I will if you need me to, but this is your third so you know what you're doing, so you don't need me do you?" It was odd because it hadn't occurred to me that she'd come. She didn't come for any of the others!
Then my granny got old and unwell and they were awful to her. Really horrid. I offered to have granny with us but they said no. I deeply regret not pushing it. I think the last year of my granny's life was awful. In the end they put her in a nursing home in Portugal. She didn't speak Portuguese.
Now they're older. When I speak to them on the phone (once every 3 weeks because I'm not allowed to phone more often than that. It's a rule.) they talk wistfully of their friends having visits from children and grandchildren. My dad's sister is recently widowed and her entire family have rallied round and made sure she is never alone and always included, they take her on holidays and have dinners and all go and stay. And, well, yes of course they do; that woman has been the lynchpin of their family all their lives.
They genuinely believe that they were great parents. They think we all get along wonderfully. They have no idea I'm a bit miffed by the way they've ignored me my entire life. They think they're great grandparents.
Mentally I have started again. I didn't get what I needed from them. I can't change that. What I can do is focus on my husband and our children. That's my family. My eldest is 16 and needs me more than ever. I hope I am a part of my children's lives, always. If they need me to be a 'Tuesday afternoons school pick-up granny', I'll be there! And if they have cats instead of kids, and live in a flat in New York, I'll go visit! And take catnip!
I can't decide if I'm justified in writing them off. I don't feel obliged to look after them in their old age.
But I also don't think it should be transactional. You didn't look after me, so I won't look after you. I don't want my kids to see me not look after my own parents. Someone has to break the cycle. Should it be me?