Back in the day, when I used to live with my mom, whenever she needed me for housework, she would tell my sister, "tell that bastard to throw the rubbish out." This wasn’t when she was angry, she would say it casually to my brothers and sisters whenever she asked them to call me.
She would say things like “tell that prick” or call me a “skinny rat.” That stuff honestly hurt a lot and was disgusting, but I used to swear back at her called her a fat cow and shit, because it wasn’t normal. Some days, when I was having a normal day, hearing things like that would always be a reminder to me that i have to feel regret and what I was even doing in my life and how long I had allowed myself to live with them.