I complain about the dishes, and its "well, you know, your father can blame you two as well."
My sister manages to get the wrong prescription, I'm feeling like crap, and really shouldn't be driving...and so after my sister finally leaves, I get told, "You know, if it had been your sister that was sick, you wouldn't have gone. It's a two way street."
...and then they wonder why I have self esteem problems. Well, duh, think about what you're saying.