OP I completely understand where you’re coming from and like you, I’m also the grown up child of a house full of abuse and it’s definitely impacted me negatively.
Hope you don’t mind me sharing my experience and thoughts.
My mother had a decent upbringing with a loving father and stability. Her first DH was abusive physically and verbally and she had my older sibling with him. They split up then she met my dad and had my other sibling then me. My dad was physically and verbally abusive, not only with my mother but with my two siblings, particularly my brother. I remember the kick off one Easter because my brother who was about 19, ate the last of the roast and my psycho dad went nuts and was punching him. He shoved my mam and cracked her ribs, gave her black eyes when she was younger and was just a miserable nasty twat. Swearing shouting and being aggressive. I moved out at 18 and never returned.
On top of that she was an alcoholic, no doubt to block out her home life then she died when I was about 20, smoked herself to death basically.
She always went for ‘toerags’ so my auntie used to say and she was right.
Fast forward 25 years and the more I get annoyed of I’m honest. Always pissed since I can remember so about 11/12, had jo real mam that I could rely on, had a shit dad as well, then had to deal with her death which was a shock, my kids had no grandparents. I look at friends parents and how lucky they are to have reliable good parents.
It makes it more of a bitter pill to swallow to know that she wasn’t trapped. She had my sister at 18 and moved back in with her parents and used to piss off out leaving her daughter with them whilst she went partying. She absolutely had support and could have got away but didn’t so we had to live with that miserable fucker whisky she got pissed in to oblivion.
Now I have my own kids I’ve never drank alcohol in front of them (ones nearly an adult!) because I remember that awful feeling of someone that was supposed to be looking after you, being out of control and unreliable. I’ve made sure they’ve had a better life than me. Their dad is amazing and one of the nicest, calmest, chilled out men and their relationship with him is a million miles away from the one o have with mine. I don’t have a relationship with him we’re almost NC and he’s a frail old man but I don’t care. You reap what you sow…
If so could have 5 minutes with her, it wouldn’t be all sweetness and light, the first thing I’d do - would be to give her a piece of my mind for the decisions she made and the shit life me and my brother had to endure. I could have gone down the same route and it would have been more understandable as (unlike her, I had no saviour, no family home to go back to, no financial help and love and support from good parents)
Christ writing that was quite sad but therapeutic. That’s how I feel.