cant stop hating my parents

I really enjoy---too much---hating my lowlife parents; it wasn't something brainwashed-me was able to do most of my life, and now that I can, I just can't stop.
My parents were two drunken, cold-hearted, stupid, nutcases who treated me like dirt---while they believed they were better than everybody else, and that I should be grateful for having them as parents.
My idiot dad wasted most of his big, Bethlehem Steel paychecks at bars---while being too cheap to ever give me a dollar without my having to ask for it.  My evil mom was forever getting new livng room furniture, giving the old stuff away, including the carpets, while my cold bedroom only had cheap oil cloth for the floor.
When I was a kid in school, the teachers could slap you across the face for saying the wrong thing---and I got slapped enough.  That, being bullied by other kids, my evil mom phoning up people I complained about, my worthless dad kissing people's butts and ready to cry if I complained...enough for me to be silent about any abuse, and just shrug everything off, for decades.
Seeing "Long Day's Journey Into Night" on tv in 1979 wised me up, temporarily; that family reminded me of my life----but then, in 1980, during the July 4 weekend, when I was 21, my evil mom had the police take me away in handcuffs to the mental ward, cause I wouldnt come home at an eight o clock at night curfew!  She told the neighbors her plans, so about 10 of them were standing outside as the cops led me away.  At age 21, me already too broken to realize how traumatic and humilating that was; just something more to shrug off.
A Sunday, predictably, for me to think about this---cause my scumbag, drunken, dad, would take me to church, 8 miles away, to his hometown.   It wasn't till last couple years that I realized my drunken dad went to church in his hometown ONLY to show the people in his hometown that he had a car and job, after being farmed out when he was a kid, cause his own dad was a drunken loser.
My evil, toothless, mom slept on the sofa, my dad in their bed---which is probably one of many reasons they never encouraged me to have a girlfriend.  My hateful parents also never encouraged me to go to college; they were probably jealous of educted, affluent, happy people.  I went from being around semi-illiterate lowlifes my own age when I was in my early 20s, to mental ward outpatients in my 40s, to now having cats as my only friends.
Me 4ever hoping,  by posting just some of this craziness, that I get it out of my system.