When does it end :)

There’s always something new.
What more can I say?
There’s just always something new.
And it’s never a good thing

Well really, I do want to say more than that, but I thought it sounded pretty neat. Speaking of the word neat, I always thought that it would rhyme with caveat. But those two words dont rhyme. 
I’ve been kind of, “productive” these past few days. If you can call it that. Well, yeah, I guess it’s the right word, the problem is that everyone says it’s not good enough. They just go “Hey man, you seem fucking miserable and you need to eat more. Just eat 6 meals a day, no big deal, and get up the moment you wake up in the morning, no big deal.”

It is a big deal… but why can’t I argue with my parents? I’m 18 years old. I don’t want to let them control everything I do. I want to be my own person. I want to do my own thing. I don’t want to be with my family – why would I? 
When I was in the darkest place… the only people that gave me light were strangers on the internet. If it wasnt for this forum and some other people I’ve met… I wouldn’t even be here to write this. But my family – what did they do for me? Emotionally, I mean. Everyone keeps arguing in the favor of my parents, my therapist says I’m wayyy to critical of them.
Isn’t it normal to not be able to let go of the past? Oh, but they say “we’re not doing that right now, so why are you upset?” They laugh at me when I bring up the things they’ve done to me that hurt me. And I haven’t even mentioned the things they didn’t do – everytime I try to argue with my mom about me having a hard time, she says, “when I was your age, I had already moved out and had a job. I got married a year and a half later” then she talks about how much work she does every single day and how awful I am, and how little I do, like yeah, I don’t know how to take care of myself, …

I don’t know, maybe I just sound entitled? I’m just so tired of telling my mom I have a problem, and her telling me that… that would not be a problem for her? And then laughing at me? Like what’s up with that… I don’t understand why she would treat me like that. Is that what love is supposed to be like?