My parents were always so proud of the way they brought up my siblings and I. But in the past several years, I’ve come to realize that they’re abusive. Now I’m defiant and want very little to do with them. But the thing is, they do love me. They tried. They didn’t consider what they were doing, “abusive”. And I love them but I don’t like them. I stay far away from them. And I feel like it’s my fault.