So, today I had a nice 'ol blowout with my mother in the car.

We first drove out of my cousin's neighborhood, and she asked us if we were tired, as usual. And as usual, we responded "yeahrrm*grumble*".

The conversation sort of took a twist from there. My mother mentioned something about God, and the first thing out of my mouth was "I don't believe in God."

Yes, I said that. My mom sort of froze and commented:
"How can you say that? I told you never to say that again."

"Why?"

"Because it's...evil."

And so, we got into a heated argument over why it's so evil to have an opinion. I was angry. My mom was feeling "low", and my sister was frustrated that she wouldn't except that she's into science over religion.

But whatever, enough of religion. Who cares. The point was that my mother, at the end of the conversation, said she was ashamed of us being her daughters. And meaning it.

Hah. Now how many times do I hear that?

She's always putting me down in some way. The other day she pointed out, bluntly, that I was gaining weight, while that isn't necessarily bad, it was how she said it, like I ate too much.

I'm skinny, jeez. I'm fine with my weight.

Back on track, how do your parents treat you? Sometimes, I wonder how my mother thinks of me. She loves me, sure, but her opinion of me sometimes seems pretty slim.

Do your parents put you down? In my case, it just might be me being too sensitive, but it all hurts in the end, and I wish I didn't have to put up with it...

Lock this if needed. I think similar threads have been created, but oh well. I don't see one active.