It left me with all the usual things fucked-up parenting situations do; a deep sense that I’m unlovable, a hatred toward how my parents neglected me, and the desperate urge for everyone I come in contact with to like me and want to keep me around. But I at least can acknowledge it. The only thing it’s done is to make me a workaholic, just like the parents I barely keep in touch with. Oh, and it’s made me unable to fall in love with any girl or woman for fear that I’ll do to her exactly what they did to each other.
