I was abused to the point of feeling terror when I was a child. I thought it was all my fault, and I deserved it, but as I matured, I realized how messed up those two were, and it was their fault, not mine. They were just two kooks who had kids together. They weren't gods. I finally realized that if I didn't let them go, as in forgive them, I would spend the rest of my life feeling abused by people who don't exist. My bonds had become self-imposed, and it was my response ability to break them. I still feel anger, from time to time, but I didn't ask for those nutballs, so I won't give them more than a moment's space in my mind.