I’m angry that I got adopted by dysfunctional parents - I wasn’t expecting perfection but I needed better than the crapshow I got front row tickets to.
I’m grateful to mum for trying her best under the circumstances, but her behaviour towards me could still be kinda toxic at times, which has taken time and therapy to realise.
Dad’s toxic behaviour was always obvious. Just remembered today the time he used my prescription medicine I had to keep in the fridge, after I asked him not to, but nobody replaced it for me. I was in middle school, so it’s not like I could have got a job to pay for another one myself.
Mind you, “theft” was practically his middle name where certain things in the house were concerned.