I purposefully gave my mom a hard time when I was a kid because I knew it upset her when I did.

I would constantly test her patience with yelling, whining, throwing things, running around the house, hitting my little sister and pulling her hair, etc. etc. I did this for a long time and knew exactly what I was doing. She was always upset and frustrated with me, but I just loved the attention so much and would continue to do all these things for attention. I remember her just breaking down and crying to my dad about it and I felt bad, but at the same time, I felt satisfied because I had gotten her to that point. This went on for years until I got a little older and stopped doing it so much. I don’t think I had any mental health issues or anything like that that would cause me to act out like I did. I just genuinely loved to do it.