I think I can relate to that somewhat. My mom ruled my thinking, and without a filter or an understanding of how her own trauma shaped her perceptions, she led me to believe my dad was the bad guy. I got so many mixed signals eventually I didn't even know if I was allowed to love him. Suffice to say I'm grateful to live in an era where we're allowed to look at things with objectivity (once we're old enough to truly understand what that is...).
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