Just like when I was a kid, they still critique my every choice in life, compare me to others: ex: Dad said one day, "Don't wanna hurt your feelings, but your sister coulda been a brain surgeon if she wanted to". I may not be in a Mensa club, but I am happily married, have own business, and could pass a drug test. Sis, well, guess the surgeon part will come later after she's off the booze and meth. Mom's a mess mentally. How do you stand up for yourself when its your parents? The last time I asked dad not to bring up my past, he said, "I don't give a fuck!" At this time, we don't speak.
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