My parents told me once that I was the reason they didn't have any more children. That I was too much of a handful. They said it more than once, and it really made me feel bad.

I know now that she meant it as a joke, but it fucked with me big time as a kid. I thought I made my parent's lives miserable somehow and have spent most of my life trying to atone for an imagined evil inside. I took the blame for things I didn't do because I felt I probably deserved punishment. I struggle to say no and assert my boundaries so that I won't be an imposition. I don't tell people when they've upset or wronged me. And that pisses me off. I'm working on it though.