When it happened, I told myself I wouldn’t resent my parents.  I couldn’t resent them for the way they were raised and how they felt.

But, as the days go on, I can’t help but feel some form of resentment towards them.

"You’ll thank us one day," my Mom said.  No, Mom.  I can thank you for ten hundred things but not this.  Never this.

God, I’m so sad.