I still resent my parents for doing drugs my entire childhood. I'm 28 now nearly 29 and I still haven't forgiven them. I needed them and they weren't there. It was always the dope first. They stopped shortly before I turned 18 and I have already moved out at 16. I still feel as if I'm not the man I'm supposed to be. When my mom writes me and tries to talk I just ignore it. Or when she says she loves me all I think about is the time when my siblings and I were put into a room with a strange man while my parents were held at gunpoint for an unpaid debt. They took all of our stuff because of it. I remember when they gave our dog meth and they thought it was so fn funny. I remember hiding behind couches and in closets when people would come knocking looking for the because they owed money. I hate them for everything. I know it's the past and I should move on but I cant seem to let it go. They have yet to ever apologize and just seem to act like it never happened.