I've been thinking more about my childhood as my friends have had kids and it is making me question everything. I've always been quite fiercely defensive of my parents, with anything really. And always accepted I was a difficult child and a nightmare to bring up.
I've been called all sorts of things as a child. Little hitler was one of them. Other times my mum would say I was going to cause my parents to divorce because they couldn't deal with me and my behaviour.
I remember being very stressed and anxious as a child. My mum in particular was so keen for me to do well at school, and I did, but it caused me to feel physically unwell sometimes. I remember age 8 being sick at school but not wanting to be collected in case I missed something important. I would never go to bed when told, and often my dad would drag me upstairs by my hair, and kick me from behind. He never randomly hit me, only when I was misbehaving.
When I got to 14, I was left alone a lot. I'm always told (and anyone we know as a family are told) that I was so difficult and moody as a teenager that I would never go anywhere when my parents. What they miss out is that my little sister was a dancer and they took her all over the country every weekend. I didn't want to go and felt worthless in the eyes of my parents. So I would stay home. They'd always make this out to be dramatic and jealous of my sister and until recently I was embarrassed of that. Now I wonder why they thought a 14 year old would want to drive for 8 hours a weekend to watch her younger sister in recitals.
Fast forward to university, and in the holidays I wasn't allowed to buy my own food because it filled the fridge up. If I didn't buy food I was told to start contributing. I could never do anything right and never felt like my own person.
Today, I'm happy. Happier away from them I've realised, though I love them a lot. I recently bought a home (6 weeks ago), and they've not been here yet, despite being 'so upset that they haven't seen it.' I mentioned this to a friend and they highlighted the fact that my parents were available 100% when it was convenient for them. When it's not, I'm not important. And when I consider this, it's very very true. And has upset me to realise it. 2 nights ago my mum called 4 times and as soon as I left the office I called her back, only to be told she was having a drink and couldn't speak. This happens very often. I have in the past called in tears about a relationship (especially at uni!), and unless she's doing nothing, I will never have her full attention. This is why they've not been to the house yet - they couldn't make the effort if it didn't suit them. I moved in alone and they never even asked if I had help.
I'm used to that sort of thing now, and became blind to it until recently. My parents have given me (I think!), a good life as I have a good education and I know they are there in some way. But when I look back, my childhood seems very very different to how I perceived it as a child.
There's more but I'I'll stop there.
Is this normal stuff or is my reaction a reasonable one? I feel guilty for even writing this about my parents.