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It really depends on why you hate them. Lots of parents truly care but are terrible at expressing anything other than commands. This can lead to a lot of tension as you grow older and begin to want more freedom.
My parents were abusive assholes. Mother was a classic narcissist who would make us compete for signs of her affection. I hate her completely for how she raised us, but recognize that part of her had to actually care as she did put a lot of effort into our education.
It's a complex relationship between a parent and child.
So my parents never did alcohol or gambling or drugs or smoking or anything like that, so I'm glad, but they are very emotionally manipulative and sometimes emotionally abusive. They did slapped my hands when I "misbehave" (emphasis on the quotes, because that "misbehave" is only from their PoV) but never hit any vital organ or anything like that, this was normalized in my country. When we moved to the US, CPS became a thing so my parents stopped using corporal punishment for most of the time, also, I got bigger so I could fight back, so they stopped doing it. But were still emotionally abusive. Like they'd keep throwing insults all the time.
But, they also sacrificed a lot to give birth to me. They violated the One Child Policy, and had to pay a large fine to get me legal papers from the PRC government, so that I could be added onto the US immigration visa, so I could come with them. And like, I never really starved or anything, like I had food and I had a place to live, and I had clothing, I had basic needs, but just never had any fun or entertainment, and I'd be bored all the time. And when I was in China, I was often left at home all the time, due to economic reasons which I do not really blame my parents for. In NYC, I remember just being constantly in school and afterschool programs so parents could work, and I just felt like I never really got to know my parents, and I never made much friends in school, so I'd feel lonely and isolated all the time.
I remember some parts of my childhood, some rare fun moments, but those memories are often overshadowed by the loneliness and verbal abuse.
On one hand, I apprecitate them for literally breaking the law and allowing me to have some sort of experience in this world, and a life that I never truely starved. I mean I enjoyed all the Movies and TV shows I manage to find online and some games I had access to. All the interesting info about the world, history, technology, science.
On the otherhand, I never got to... like... socialize, because of emotional abuse, I stuggled to have much friendships and fear going outside. It was hard to talk to people. Because a lot of my younger years were spend either indoors at home, or just "indoors" at school, short of rare occasions when my patents had time, I never really like done much of exploring the world.
And I think its also their fault for me having depression, because I mean getting yelled at all the time is gonna mess up your brain.
So that's why I'm conflicted.
Yeah, sounds like you're starting to figure some things out for yourself. This is all natural and fine. You're empathizing with the choices they made and trying to understand why but also recognizing issues you have.
Keep thinking and growing. You'll do fine.
I also didn't have friends growing up. It's never too late, just can take more effort. I didn't really start thriving until after college.