I have a problem with my parents being happy about things I succeed in and/or like doing... recently, even though I know I shouldn't, I've been doing almost everything behind their backs, even the stuff that I wouldn't get in trouble for, so that I can pretend that, if I had told them what I was doing, they would have been really proud of me, and congratulated me or something. If I get an A- I'll throw away the gradesheet because I feel like I'm supposed to get an A, 100%. It's not that I don't love them, but I just kind of imagine myself finding a goldmine in the back yard and one of them says "Why on earth were you digging a hole in the yard?!"
The thing about my parents is that they don't ground me, or punish me like normal parents might, they just put me on this guilt trip. My mom has this look that suggests like...internal pain...or some sort of mental sorrow or disbeleif, that could drive anyone mad. It's like, "Oh, no, I'm not mad at you" And then you turn around and she starts swearing like there's no tommorow. It kills me, literally, I think I might die when I'm sixteen or so from excessive mental strain...
PS I don't dig holes in the yard, I know as a fact I'd get in 'trouble' before I could do that.