in the sense that i was emotionally neglected by my father, save for his anger, and never taught "proper" social skills, yea, sometimes I get resentful. But they did the best they could with the tools they had, especially as older immigrants. American adolescence, hell American society period, has a lot of nuances that they didn't even know about, much less know how to navigate.
That and there was enough going on that they didn't have the time to teach me. It didn't help that I was a nightmare to deal with, and I never opened up to them about the bullying I faced at school. but still sometimes I start to blame them- especially my father for his social anxiety. I firmly believe if my mother had me with another man, I would be significantly different.
Regardless, we have been working on our relationship with one another (especially with my dad). They've made a lot of effort to learn about mental illness, and I'm proud of how far they've come. My issues, at this point, are my own to deal with.