Ana,
Your parents at least tried. I'm sorry they didn't succeed. My sperm donor never tried at all. Hate and anger and fear were his deal. If he was 'nice', it was payment for abuse. Most of it was so he'd look good to others. I learned there was a cost for anything and everything.
My mom let his abuse go on. If she had had abuse in his past, it would've made sense. She didn't. She had the Leave it to Beaver childhood. She had a great childhood, which makes me wonder why she did (more what she didn't do) what she did. I have more anger against her than him. She also favored my brother, which she claims she hid, but kids see it. He was a bad seed from the day he was born people said. Of course, she thinks she was a wonderful mother. smh
Her parents, something that came out today during blogging, knew what went on and did nothing themselves. They stayed away. I have no doubt they would've helped had mom asked. She didn't. Anyway, they didn't visit and just allowed abuse to continue. Evil lives when good people sit around and do nothing. I guess they couldn't be bothered to do anything. Makes me wonder if the Christmas checks were good because they did nothing? I. would. not. be. surprised.
It all certainly adds fuel to feeling worthless. Something I have a hard time getting passed. It also fuels anyone doing anything nice for me cause I wonder what do they want? Will they throw it in my face later if I take it? And, I deal with how do I pay it back guilt, thinking about how to pay it back till it's paid back. So, I take little from anyone unless I absolutely have to. Not that many have offered. If I don't take, I don't owe anyone anything. I'd much rather give than get.
I've also believed I don't deserve anything from anyone. When you do without for so long, it's hard to accept anything (material or otherwise) from anyone. And, the thought they might want something or you to feel like you owe them for eternity makes it not worth taking.
I certainly understand what you mean by, "I wonder as well, if I had been loved would I know what it is? Instead of living in fear and hatred?" Same question I asked myself. And, how can I love myself if I don't know what it is? You were lucky to have the grandfather to show you. I had none of that from all those people I lived around, including thousands in churches I had to attend shoving their morality down people's collective throats. Of all those people who had to know, none said a thing.
Because of it, I have no problem cutting and running from anyone as quickly as opening and closing a door. And, if you do me dirty, I'll shed not one tear slamming the door on my way out. 99% of the time, with people like that, I leave and say nothing. It ain't worth it.
I believe people are mostly good till the point comes when they have to stand up do something. Then, those people are far and few between.