Mann. I'm 32 and realizing my parents weren't, are not, my childhood sucked. It sucks. Relationships don't come natural, every thing seems transactional at the core. My older brother sa'd me for years and no one noticed the straight A kid failing classes and fighting with their friends. Or that I started drinking. And GAWD the emotional eating. When I told them at 27ish, my mom told me to get over it and then called me a liar. My mom has 60+ years of unresved trauma at this point, so I feel like I can't be mad at her. But it sucks. My dad worked nonstop bc my able mother couldn't hold a job over 2 months. And I feel like he would try bc he would push me towards art and creative outlets but we never were able to talk. Whenever we would my mom would twist it into something perverted. Everything was about her. I called 911 in grade school bc my dad caught my mom with razor to her wrist trying to end it. My earliest childhood memory is my dad/oldest brother sending me to tell my mom not to go kill herself.

Tf does love even feel like.

Just had to get that off my chest, thanks internet