The sting of words.

It never ceases to amaze me how much the words of a parent can sting.  I like to think that by this point in my life nothing they say can hurt me but the truth is that we all have this soft spot for parents no matter how wretched they may be, or how much they've managed to screw us up.  Sometimes I wish to be so far away from them that their existence is just a nostalgia carried in the wind.  Being near them is my kryptonite.  They bring out the worse in me no matter how much I love them.