My childhood growing up was kind of traumatic. Emotional and verbal abuse, etc. Narcissistic kind of father, distant kind of borderline mother with severe depression. Neither of them treated, my father a bit more so and had been to therapy and all. I have a sibling who has so much animosity towards them, and my parents have anger towards him for things he did BECAUSE of the way they were, but then things he did as an adult. I didn't experience the same trauma my sibling did. I was a witness to it, and I still have PTSD partially due to this and due to a later abusive relationship, but I didn't get it as bad. I understand his anger. I also sort of understand my parent's anger because some of the things my sibling did hurt me too. But I also understand why he did some of them, because he felt like he didn't have a choice.
My parents have grown tremendously in the last few years, since I've been in therapy. They're learning to regulate their emotions (something they never learned from their own families--I've become an avid "trauma tracer", tracing my family's perspective issues down the line), they're kinder, they listen, they're overall good parents now. I'm an adult but still live with them because I'm finishing up school and paying for it, and rent around here is ridiculous. I also have physical disabilities that make certain jobs hard (basically....everything. Sitting too long, standing too long, any of it. But I have skills and know how to market them for my own businesses). I'm at this awkward middle ground where I know both of them are wrong, and both of them are right, and it's messing up my black and white thinking. I can't compartmentalize them. I can't put them in easy boxes. And it makes me panic. I can't be safe if I can't figure out who's good and bad, and they're good and bad and in between.
I have a fantasy of moving far away and never dealing with my family again, just talking with them when I need to. I don't handle emotions well and I can't think my way to what's "normal". I can't think my way to what's perfectly right. It breaks my heart that I love them both and they hate each other and I have no way to fix it. I just have to sit with their perspective feelings and it makes me so uncomfortable. I don't know what to do other than escape. Get away from both of them. But I can't right now (although I have plans to move far away eventually).