My father barely spoke to me and my mother had borderline personality disorder. After my father had a horrific car accident when I was 18, he suffered tremendously with a traumatic brain injury and many broken bones and was never the same. He died 20 years later and my mother went into a deep depression. I could go on and on about the the next 20 years and what she went through but I will spare you and just say that she did the best she could within her capabilities. I had to forgive her and move on and treat her more like a friendly neighbor than a parent. She remained in my and my kids life until she past away suddenly after an emergency surgery. It was rough, heartbreaking, but I do not regret my part in assisting her and being there for her while I got very little in return.