I'm sorry for all the people that have hurt you in the past. I'm sorry that you feel ignored by your family. I'm sorry you don't have many friends. I'm sorry you had breast cancer. I'm sorry that you don't like your job. I'm sorry that my sister and I don't always do what you ask.
But when you ignore me; when you call me stupid; when you yell for no reason; when you threaten me; when you guilt-trip me; when you invalidate my feelings; when you don't listen to me; when you blame me for all your problems; when you don't let me see my friends; when you push me over the edge, I start to get less sympathetic, and more hopeful for when I can finally move out.
I envy girls who have good relationships with their mothers. I wish I could have that.