Yeah, my mother would make me her favorite cake for my birthday every year and seem shocked that I didn't like it. Every ****ing year she would exclaim, "But it's my favorite!" Yes, YOUR favorite, not MINE. We went to a park ONCE during my childhood, and my dad wanted to climb this observation tower and I wanted to go with him. My mother told me I was afraid of heights. I told her I wasn't, and she seemed incredulous. "But I'M afraid of heights." At six, I could not understand why her being afraid of heights somehow meant that I was also afraid of heights. She never saw me as another human.