I resent my parents and I don’t know how to deal with it

A strong, thoughtful, personal and critical analysis of violence at home, internally experienced through the hands of loved ones. Iris is a dear friend and I encourage you to follow her blog.



While working as an uber driver I bonded with a passenger on the subject of our parents. We both recently moved back home. Me, after college and him, after losing his business, wife, and children all at once.

Living back at home has made me realize that I love my parents but I also resent them. And I don’t know how to deal with it.

I was abused as a child. It was not the kind of abuse people usually think of when they hear the word “abuse” so it’s frightening for me to use this word. I wasn’t sure if I would be taken seriously. But after looking up the definition on Google, I realized that “abuse” is entirely accurate. Google defines abuse as “the improper use of something” or “to treat a person or animal with cruelty or violence, especially regularly or repeatedly.”

From 7-16 years old, my father…

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