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I answer with great understanding but total lack of solution. My mother left when I was 2. The Stepmother suffered from serious rage disorder and deadly aimed slapping techniques. Funny thing though...years later I actually do consider them my friends. The connection was made only after I rebuilt my own heart into a healthy, happy, generous vessel. Like a bone that breaks and rebuilds with stronger material - the heart, mind and soul that survives living with the "fuckwits" of the world - sees clearer, speaks softer, Lives (Really Lives) a richer fuller more profound existence. Everyone makes mistakes - especially parents. We have it in our design and programming to recognize and not repeat the lunacy. Howl at the moon my friend. Let out the anger through a good sweat. Speak softly to them when you do and notice that they will move in closer to hear you and respect your strength. That's my two cents. GZB |