There are things I’m curious about that only my grandparents can answer in terms of how dysfunctional my parents are;
... but if I can only choose one, it would be my ex-husband… he’s been dead 11 years now, and I still talk to him often. Yes, we had been divorced for over a year when he died (his liver gave out at the age of 39 after a night of partying – he’d been an alcoholic and drug abuser for years), but I have been left with the challenge of raising our son with that legacy, so he’s gotten many an earful from me. I guess I’d want to know why he refused to go to rehab and get sober to save our family.
I’ve rationalized that at the level of addiction he had, his brain no longer allowed clear thinking, and that a lifetime of self-loathing after having been the later-in-life accidental product of two alcoholics rendered him incapable of believing he was worthy or capable of happiness.
Then again, maybe I’d like to address his parents and give them the earful, and ask them why so many of their kids and grandkids are already deceased… again, I am curious about how they came to be so messed-up, and how they were able to live with themselves for as long as they did.