Wrong

I completely enjoy my father telling me all the mistakes I've made in the past and what I am doing now is also wrong. He tells me to rate myself 1-10, 10 being the best kind of person and I give myself a 3. He laughs and says, "Ha, you're a 1!" It is so rewarding when he begins to tell me about his chest pains and my mother's insomnia and that one day he may spit up blood. Am I driving my parents to the grave, early? If me doing what I want in the pursuit of my own happiness costs them their's, then I'll give up. I don't need happiness, just distractions. But I'll always stop to think, when will it be my turn?