When I was seventeen I was broadsided by a Buick and the little car I was driving spun out and went hood first into a steel train pillar. The car was totaled, I fractured my right patella and had some extensive ligament damage to my leg which led to the screeching halt of my figure skating career.
I cried for two weeks or so in my room, I didn't go to class nor did I go down for meals but one night I came down the stairs and overheard my parents talking about the incident.
My father said, "she would have been better off dead".
My mother denies everything she ever did or said to me while growing up which of course is worse than having done it in the first place.