I’m 23, and I yell and talk down to my parents, and bring up everything they did wrong with my childhood, because I once secretly hoped that they wouldn’t make the same mistakes with my little sister. She’s in her 20s now. She won’t even talk to any of us anymore. And she’s in therapy.
The worst part is the fact that she hates me, and she always thought that I just picked fights for attention. She will never understand that everything I did, I did it for her.
But now it’s too late. All because I have some of the f*****’ worst parents ever.
