My mother used to get upset with me and my brothers with lines like "You only exist because your older brother wasn't my Girl". You grow to survive, no matter what life throws at you. Or, you crumble to dust beneath the incredible pressure. There is no middle ground, there can be no negotiation, you are a child and your parents are training you to suit their needs, whether they realize it or not. You, are a child, you will bend the knee to survive, you will do what you must and like it or not.

It WILL fuck with you. It will shape you. It will torment you. You can escape it, but that's the thing.

You can't fake this shit. When I "drop" myself out of my emotions and into the Survival mode, it's best not to fuck with me. For your own good. Not in the "I'm a badass sense", but rather in that "You're just in the way" sense, that you'd be considered little more than collateral damage. You'd be amazed what the mind will do in order to survive extreme trauma.