I'm not saying that my parents were bad parents,
but
I think they have some flaws.

My childhood was rough,
I was soft and my parents didn't seem to like that.
Granted, they didn't seem to like me in general.

I had little to no support from them,
at one point I was left home and feverish for a week,
starving and dehydrated in bed.

I could tell they liked my brother more,
but I accepted that from birth.

They'd talk trash behind my back,
to other adults,
to other children,
to my brother.

I didn't idolize my older brother,
and for a while I had despised him.
But I realized that it wasn't really his fault
that my parents had loved him more.

I could feel that others felt pity for me,
but had other things to do than help me.
But who could blame them?

Now I'm not expert,
but I'm not sure how that's how parents are supposed to be.