It's strange. I was told to obey, I was told to follow their orders because they always know which way is the best for me. But they've already hurt me by now. A thousand times. Those ones, meant to take care of me. Perhaps I'm just dramatic, or their persuasion isn't as effective as it used to be. Because I'm starting to doubt, I'm starting to distrust them. They're well aware of my frustrations, generated by the ways they made me go so far. Yet they can't stop trying to control me, while asking for votes of confidence.
Would you ask for confidence if the ones you were taking care of had been led to a self-destructive path because of the choices you made for them? You might not have done this on purpose, but now it's done. The ones you took care of put everything they had into the situations you put them through, and now... It's not for me to judge if they make great mistakes. And certainly, it's not for you too. Maybe if you were a kind of saint... But somehow I doubt it, just like I doubt these people who are taking care of me at the moment.
At the end of the day, no one who makes decisions for you is trustworthy, regardless of being your family or not. And you shouldn't demand confidence from those you take care of as well.