I just read a book called Ostracism by Kipling Williams and this sounds like it, and sounds like my position in my family.
Me: "You always tell me I'm wrong."
Them: "We do not, you're wrong!"
Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but what got this psychologist interested in the subject was the game of catch called "Monkey in the Middle" and my brother used that game against me ALL THE TIME when we were kids. My mother already told me I'm not "invited" to her funeral. I am just trying to be happy on my own. I am sorry it took me so long to realize they just never liked me. But then, I guess I never liked them, either. It's hard.