That's karma. Feel more clever than those who came before, find new ways to make the same root mistakes, curse the kids for not being grateful, not understanding our real struggles. No wonder kids check out, decide to sell themselves, drugs, some sort of "favors" while giving a fat middle finger to the 'rents and "can't/don't" have time for them. I was that kid. So were my parents. And theirs. The parent still in my life is bitter, angry, narcissistic. And after some hard life lessons, I realized how blessed I am. I caught glimpses of their trauma. One day a simple blurted truth and refused to speak of it again. And I suffered the same trauma by their hands. And I understood. Forgave. Loved anyway, from afar, when necessary. And now. Now as the light dims in their eyes, I realize how most actions, beliefs were from their own trauma. I recognize the impossible choices that had to be made. And I am so fucking grateful. Because it was still hard. But just a little bit less worse because of those impossible choices.

And I see your bitterness, probably from some sort of trauma. I wish you healing. Especially if you have kids.