It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
For reals tho. My parents talk about me like I don't still live with them and like I can't hear them. Can't tell you how many times I have cried about this. I RELATE TO THIS EVERYDAY! only my mom though.