Is it normal to resent my parents a bit for creating me?

I don't care to go into the ups and downs of the situation. This isn't something that I seriously hate them for, but in my heart, a part of me has long been resentful of the fact that they're responsible for my birth.

Several times, I've played a fantasy in my mind of handing one of them a kitchen knife while they complained, and just telling them to finish the job and fix their mistake.

Obviously, however, now that I've been thrust into it, my life is my own responsibility to deal with.

Some religious people would say that God gave me the gift of life. It's too bad, then, that I can't run to church on Sunday to return it- permanently I mean.