I (15m) want to know if I'm the ah for being upset at my parents. I've honestly been thinking about quitting marching band, mostly because of them. I'm already signed up for next year, and we've already paid for the band trip there, but once during band the thought of doing marching band next year made me almost start crying during class(I also had a very bad headache during this, but the icky feeling was still there for a few days after and the energy to do so has been drained.) I've honestly had a pretty good childhood, my parents divorced when I was 2 but I have a good relationship with both my parents as well as my step parents and am alright with my half siblings.

The problem mostly arises with my brother (6m) and how marching band last year went.

During marching band, I had to go through insane amounts of back and leg pain, as I haven't really exercised before then, got sunburnt extremely painfully, and ate dirt more than twice, one during the first performance our group had. My problem arises with my family attending the concerts and performances.

I can only remember two times that my parents showed up to one of our band's performances: my stepdad watching our first performance (this is the only one recorded, which was shown to my mom's entire side of the family and reminded to show me tripping over my drum majors leg and proceeding to dive headfirst into the ground at a force which permanently dented my trumpet and flung my glasses off of my face: after this performance I started crying because of the fall believing I had ruined the performance for everyone before finally calming down) and one of our contests. The contest had both my mom and stepdad show up as well as my brother (6m). After the performance, my parents texted me repeatedly to sit with them in the bleachers while I was talking with my band mates, and when I went to sit with my family the entire time was spent with my brother screaming and my mom threatening to spank him for about 20 minutes. I had been proud of the performance, especially since we got a pretty good placement, but after sitting with my family all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed.

Our band performed at every football game for the school, none of which my parents showed up to, which also included about 2 hrs worth of pep band music along with the halftime performance, and marching band players were only allowed to change out of marching uniform after halftime.

During the marching season, our band made it into the state quarter finals, where we got to perform in the Air Force academy and watch several other district schools play. Neither of my parents showed up to this event, and it wasn't recorded to send to parents.

We also had a performance before this at an event called the friendship cup, which my band ended up winning a trophy in. My dad showed up to chaperone the bus, but as soon as we parked the trucks he left to go back home with my mom and brother. During the performance one of my band mates had one of their parents in the stands literally waving a giant cardboard cutout of their face and cheering them on, and the most I got out of my dad was a "you did great" when we were wheeling the media carts and stage back to the trucks. He was not in the bleachers the entire show.

Also during most shows, my family would come to pick me up afterwards and tell me that they ate out and either left food in the microwave for me or asked me to make myself some noodles for dinner, which sucked because I would usually not be able to eat before football games and our 10 minute break was mostly spent changing out of the uniforms and barely leaving enough time to sprint back into the bleachers and scarf down an apple and some water before pep band started again.

Right before the last football game of the year, my parents moved us to another state, leaving me and my brother going to completely new schools and basically tearing apart any existing physical relationships, including between me and my best friend of six years, who I now only have text contact with. We left about 3 days before the final game, and the day that I left I got maybe a 30 second goodbye in the hallway to maybe seven members before I had to leave.

I can't make myself not be upset about it. I know that most of the time they couldn't show up because of work or my brothers behavior, but more than often both of them were off work and the shows never lasted more than maybe a few hours. We moved because of my mom's job, but I still miss everyone back in our old place even after a few months. It's happened 10 times so far to me so I should be used to it, but it still hurts.

Tldr: my parents showed up to a total of 2 of my marching band shows for half a year and made us move to another state before the semester ended.

So, aitah?