Not My Fault

I used to wonder if there was such a thing as the perfect family. I'v lived a sad old life of inconsistency. All I ever wanted was some stability. I shyed away from human affection, lived a life of deception. I now realise I can only save myself. I am 34 with a family of my own. I spent so long feeling down over their mistakes and their errors I couldnt sleep had night tremors. People say 'get over it or 'the others are not like you'. well I am who I am and it effected me, why should I lie im true to myself I see her out of a sense of duty cutting ties wont change whats been done cause the damage is done. I wont feel quilty anymore or ashamed as I am not to blame. Why do the innocent ones suffer for other peoples mistakes?