Lol, I can relate with some things. We are blamed (and cursed for days) if we don't, but then get screamed at and reprimanded, as if we're doing it all wrong and our presence was just preferably not to exist when we actually do.

Assholes. Guess why I don't know how to do some things? Because they're so unbearable that I prefer NOT to hear shit when I'm doing something. I've actually abandoned some task mid execution because that ass started to scream and curse.

I wish I could voice for them to go to hell, if not for my now small anxiety.

Painting it in a more vivid way, these kind of people became grotesque in all their baseness. But I, personally, also feel a little guilty at voicing this perception, because my parents are not truly... bad... they are toxic, if you get it. But fucking tiring.

I'm deviating a little, but I just wish to rant... My mother complains so much, every day, at every opportunity, any time that she can attack me, my personality, identity, safe space, by mocking, demeaning, cursing, invalidating (also my father, although he keeps himself to the attacks, not the complaints), that sometimes I just fervent inside and then say a hurtful thing to her (what she does every time to me). I regret it, because I don't want to hurt her, but she hurts me every time she can.

My, I'm crying now. It is tiring.