When relationships with parents go wrong.

I love my parents, but they hurt me. This is what I have learnt over the years. It is very sad and no-one is to blame. We don't get on and I think a lot of that has to do with how far my life is removed from theirs. I last saw them at Christmas when it all went horribly wrong. There was a lot of shouting, swearing and no listening, compassion or love. Things went wrong and I walked out of my family home moved into a hotel and booked early flights home. We haven't really spoken since until I phoned last week. People say time is a healer and I believe that in most ways but sometimes time can encourage a festering of feelings and emotions. I want us to start having good memories without the drama and the hurt. So my focus has changed, I don't think it should be about us but about my daughter and them being in her life. There are a lot things that I still feel pain about, but the lat few months have taught me that I would prefer them in my life rather than not. They are coming on thursday to visit after 9 months of no contact, I'm a mess, but hopefully with my daughter as the focus. We'll all remember what's important. Give me strength. Suggestions, shared experiences and comments would be greatly received.