Anger and Rejection

I'm realizing that I keep getting suspicious and end up doubting my parents' love.
Like seriously. Their love language to me was always acts of service.

No words of affirmation: flattery is for the hated or used.
Little to no gifts: they always seemed forced/reluctant and wasteful when they did give them to us.
No quality time: they spent all their time on or for us but not WITH us. They built us, but they did NOT tie us to themselves.
Definitely no physical touch: we had to give or seek it out before it was returned.

So, now, when they make an effort to use any of these languages, I feel like it's fake.
It never was them.
It never can be them, especially because somehow the tables have turned so that their one desire is to get me to like them?
To get me to love them?

I do love them. It's just they don't accept the way that I love them. Just like I can't accept any of their new ways of love.

We have reached an impasse.

We must now part ways.

I honor and respect.

But I can no longer stay here bringing you further pain.