The Rents First Visit

My breath shortens, my pulse quickens; I have exactly one week left until my parents arrive in town. At first I was excited about seeing both my parents for the first time since we cut the chord; however, now I am filled with dread. I have spent the last year of my life crawling out of the A-town gutter, and into a new life here in Detroit. I daydreamed about hugs, kisses, and warm "hellos." Now I am not so sure what to expect.
Let me explain something, I love my parents, but their tendencies to over critical of my life really sends me into a negative place in my head. They have a tendency to find the negative in all aspects of my life: grades, money management skills, time management skills, romance, non-romance, friends, lack of friends. The lingering memories of many a phone call to announce something positive brings on an acerbic tone, and an attack on yours truly. Like if I had enough time to accomplish one item, why did I neglect to accomplish another. Which resulted in my forgetting all my accomplishments, and spending a night in absolute melancholy, and self-medicating with Ben and Jerry's.
I moved away from home, started going to school, found a job, bought a car, won an award for writing my second semester, and ended my year with a 3.8 cumulative GPA. Yes, I still have a ton more to do with my life, but for being away from home less than a year I think I'm doing very well for myself. Yet, the looming insecurities brought on my the way I was raised to think of myself leave me feeling neurotic and insignificant. Perhaps, I am afraid that they'll think I am not assiduous enough. Or perhaps I am attempting to not to get my hopes up about a fairytale family. I am not quite sure, but after my initial excitement subsided all I am left feeling is impending doom. We shall see how this experience turns out.