I guess I am one of the lucky ones. Never questioned their parenting or life choices.
Tbh I got over that long ago. Once my parents had to deal with the death of a child, I pretty much forgave anything. Right or wrong, I felt I did "right". When we gathered outside their door to inform them of the second child who had died, and I again watched their pain, I cannot say I wished anything bad upon them. The third time...smh
My parents did their best, I never questioned much of what they did or said.
No "what ifs" I've had concerning my upbringing, have ever prevented me from wishing my parent(s) the best. It is a profound sadness to me, that "the best" is far from what they got.
What if's leave you looking backward