"If my own parents can't love me how can anyone else?" Constant refrain of my life.

Now that I'm older I understand that they both have their own issues and unfortunately I am the one who is suffering for it.

Of course the 8 year old being told she's worthless or is being ignored in favour of others doesn't understand that and the feelings she felt are hard to forget.

Do I hate them? No, but there is a whole lot of resentment.