You're right and it absolutely sucks that they don't. That is a wound I don't think will ever actually heal.

I'm OK with it now. I'm pretty happy. But I'm still going through therapy so sometimes I will uncover traumatic shit they did to me and the wound comes open again. And I'll hate them and cry and be depressed and wonder what I did wrong. Why couldn't they just love me?

The fault isn't with me. It's with them. They're incapable of being anything other than abusive and toxic. I don't need that in my life. No one does.

If we truly want happiness and peace, we can't have people like this in our lives. Even if they're our parents.