Been there Gatsby, every time I see my parents it results in me leaving there pissed off. Everything is just not good enough... Out of their 3 children I'm the only one that holds a stable job, relationship and am really the only progressing in life. But no, it's not good enough, my brother gets the praise because he went overseas... and my sister because she finished her degree. This is the same brother who tried to kill me, then they were pissed that I called the cops (he swung an axe at me, me quick reaction of slamming the door saved me). I now talk to them once a month, if that. They won't know their granddaughter because they don't want to even talk to their own son.
I hate them, I truly do.