Your parents, they bring you into this world, they feed you, clothe you, and love you unconditionally. No matter how badly you mess up they love you, or that’s what they’re supposed to say anyway. When you’re young and throwing a tantrum you yell that you hate them. Yell it from the top of your lungs because you want your way and they just don’t seem fair. You hope they realise how much you mean what you are saying. You hope it hurts them because they’re being “mean”. I wonder if it does hurt them? They know you don’t mean it and you know you don’t mean it regardless of how hard you try to convince yourself that you do but I’m sure that deep down there is a piece of them that feels hurt. They might feel a little scared by the idea that it could true, perhaps not today but someday.
When the roles are reversed I suppose it’s the same. My dad just told me hated me. He yelled it from the top of his lungs because he wanted his way and on hindsight maybe I wasn’t being fair. It’s the same situation as that of a child expressing his hatred for a parent in that aspect but what if he did mean it? What if unconditional love is just a bedtime story you tell your children…. no matter what mummy and daddy will always love you… we will always be here for you… so it’s all going to be okay.