You’ve spent years telling me all the things you hate, so much that now I don’t even know what you like. And when I make a mistake, you always say, “You could have done this instead.” But how can I know if that would make you happy this time? I’ve realized your words have shaped me so deeply that I no longer know what I like or hate myself. The only thing I know is I hate that you did this to me, and I like that I will not do the same to my kids. But your effect is so strong That I am starting to hate myself too.