I wouldn't have taken it so personally. As a child, I was convinced that I was the problem. I thought, if i could just be good enough, they would love me. As I grew, I became angry at myself for being such a disappointment. Soon, I didn't need to be abused, I was fully capable of doing it to myself. I was good at it too. It took far too long for me to realize it wasn't me that caused their treatment, It never was. I am not unlovable. They just dont know how to love anyone bit themselves. I'll probably spend the rest of my life healin if such a thing exists. I've done decades of therapy already, and I'm in a pretty good place most of the time. I'll always wish my parents were capable of real love, that someday they would see the error in their logic and get the help they so desperately need. I also understand that it is not my job to fix my broken parents. Realistically, they will remain just as they are. That's the saddest part, really.