I resent them for deceiving me with their bluepilled bullshit, for not helping me develop into a normal person ready to integrate into society, for not guiding me and helping me cultivate good habits like eating healthy food, sleeping and waking up on time, and taking care of my hygiene. For letting their personal intrigues affect me, causing trauma to my neuroplastic childhood brain. For never even trying to understand me; I only understood I was neurodivergent as an adult. If I had known this before, I could have avoided a lot of things. For not supporting me during the most difficult moments of my life—moments of fear, anxiety, panic, and existential crises—I went through all of that alone. I resent them for always being two poor, landless people, without a company, a business, or any kind of trade, and for relying on their mediocre jobs to have a child. I resent them for all of that and more.
