My parents. I don't enjoy their presence in my life anymore. They're not bad people, and they have the best intentions, but their actions have only served to make my life difficult. For far too long, I've been excusing them, telling myself that "they just know what's best for me" or that "they're just trying to help" and it has caused a constant internal war with myself. Only recently have I started to accept that maybe I do, in fact, hate them. It's left me feeling liberated. What angers me the most is, they're under the illusion that they're "on my side" and "supporting me from the sidelines" but they're really just an obstacle to me. I percieve them as an opposition, enemies, even. I hate to play the blame game, but I really don't think it's my fault that I feel this way. It's tragic that at some point, at a more naïve period of my life, I used to love them and even look up to them; those feelings aren't completely gone, but they're much more outweighed by the negative feelings I've cultivated. Allah says I should love them regardless, I know that, but it's so, so difficult; it's an uphill battle I'm tired of. Every time I convince myself to forgive them and love them again, they make me regret it once more. I've started to hate all their mannerisms. The way they talk, the way they laugh, the way they cry, the way they love, the way they hate, all of it. It's like they're unknowingly supplying me with fuel for the hatred. I'm exhausted. I don't know if things can get back to normal. I still have years upon years of living and interacting with them daily, which I dread. I don't want to sit and talk with them and "sort things out". I've done it before and I've only regretted it. They made me regret it. I can't be honest and tell them any of this either; that would be too hurtful. It leaves me not knowing what to do, or if I should even do anything. I hope one day I can look back on this and know things have gotten better.