My father was physically and emotionally abusive, maybe NPD or bipolar (we're not sure). He started a lot of stuff like he was God's gift with whatever he was doing, then stop completely. He hated me and criticized me a lot. My mother was an alcoholic and didn't know how to be a mother. She wanted me to be her friend instead of her daughter.

I kept very low contact with them until Mom was about to die from ovarian cancer. We had a good time as we decided what stuff I should take, but Dad kept trying to control things. When he died over a year later I finally got him to tell me he loved me, at the end of a phone call. Before that he looked at my wedding pictures and all he can say was how fat I was.

I didn't feel much about either of them dying. After Dad died I felt like I was an orphan, but that was about it. I'm still trying to get over the emotional abuse, but I'm starting to let go of the past and move on to the rest of my life.