What exactly is it I'm supposed to appreciate about a stepmother who abused me in unspeakable ways on a near-daily basis for over 10 years and a spineless father who knew full well what was going on yet was too much of a chicken***** to do anything to stop it? Not to mention every other member of that side of the family who was aware of what was going on but made sure I was kept quiet so as to keep the proverbial boat from rocking?
I suppose the "good" is that she didn't manage to kill me. As far as I'm concerned, they can all drop dead in a most painful manner and I'll be only too happy to drop my pants on urinate on their respective graves when the times come.