Everyone makes mistakes as a parent. I have many regrets.
My parents were...sort of psychos... took me years to get a lot of stuff sorted out/free from.
Humans have human frailties. Gotta love them anyway (sometimes from a distance) and always forgive.
I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining. My childhood was better than most have now.
It made me fiercely independent and taught me to think for myself. I think that’s why Dad and I butted heads. I wasn’t as meek as my sisters. :-)