I didn't have a good child or adulthood because of mom/both parents.
I did though get older and finally, before she died realized she had been terribly abused. Worse than what was done to my brother and me.
I was able to forgive(not forget) and we had a real relationship for the last couple years of her life. First and only time I felt as though I had a real mom. She never was capable of hugging me or my kid but I was able to hug her.
It does my soul good that I was able to do that.
Harboring hate only hurts us.