Bingo. My parents are still screwups, but my siblings and I got to observe first-hand to the extent they made a parade of poor life choices and the consequences of said choices. It wasn't that I was raised so well, but that I made a clear association between how my parents lived their lives and the lives they actually lived as a result. Apparently many people of my parents' generation still haven't figured out this correlation, but I sure as hell did and managed to avoid repeating their stupidity.
As a result though, I don't really communicate much with my parents any more, nor do any of my siblings. My parents live on a completely different planet and still don't see any kind of personal responsibility in how their lives turned out and are at least somewhat ashamed of how we turned out insofar as all their children vocally rejected the beliefs pounded into us as idiotic and foolish. I don't have much to say to a person who steadfastly refuses to examine axioms that are grossly and obviously defective, and that they think I owe them my lifes work because they "raised" me pretty much sets me off.
My father is a walking case study regarding the evil of Antonio Gramsci.