Do you hate when your parents rant on about how much they do for you?

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I mean yeah, I appreciate the stuff they do for me. But I hate how they try to make me feel guilty for it. Must I list how much of a good kid I am compared to what most teens are with their parents? I DO my chores, I do them the first time they're asked of, I buy everything with my own money, I pass school with A's and B's, and I even say "please" and "thank you"!! And yet they still have the audacity to say I don't appreciate them.

Seriously, is anyone feeling me on this?
The Snappy Miss Pippi Von Trapp,
The thing is, is that I can honestly honestly say that I am polite when I talk to them. I've learned long ago, that if you talk rude to my parents, it's equivalent to coming home with an F as a test grade. They will rant me for sounding rude. So, even though many times I would loove to cuss them out or to even just make my attitude apparent, I DON'T. I act as nice as I can, and I don't think they realize how much I make it easy for them. Even when my mom's food sucks, I don't tell her. I shuttup, and eat it anyway out of courtesy. Now how many people do that?

It just makes me mad how they think they do more then I do to contribute, but don't see how easy I make raising a teenager. Seriously.
 
wow. Sounds like you do appreciate your parents.
But really, it also sounds like they dont appreciate you.
So many other teens out there DONT do their chores, and DONT do half the stuff you listed.

I hate when my mom rants on and on to me about this. Its so annoying, because I am a good kid.
 
Haha, it's the other way around for me. I tell my parents how much MORE they could do for me and they eventually do as I ask. But I am not spoiled, sometimes I am perfectly reasonable. But I was fortunate enough to get parents who spare me the lectures of all the things they do for me.
 
I hear you.

I got blamed for my parents' alcoholism.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be drinking so mush..."

"If you weren't a homosexual, I wouldn't have to drink..."

Even after I moved to Texas, I still got the same thing (during phone calls, which I paid for!).

Al-Anon ruined that. I started hanging up the phone.

The I stopped calling. I have better thing to do that to be abused by people and pay for the privilege of being abused.

In fact, I had virtually NO contact for ten years; and during that time I learned I was a basically decent person (with a few flaws here and there), that I was competent and quite capable, and I stopped being afraid of my shadow and "what's going to happen next"?, and when I needed to find my answers I could either ask someone or look inside myself and the answers were there.

Dad found out the hard way, last October, what was going to happen if he started his abusive sh!t -- and in this case, I was pushing his wheelchair across the street when he started in on me -- and I left his wheelchair in the street with him in it, walked away and let him push his way home (it was just a few blocks). That was the end of *that*.
 
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