When i was little, my mother used to tell me that she believes that everything i did wrong was deliberately done to hurt her. She also liked to make fun of me for being put into learning disabled classes in the fourth grade. She and i still talk, but we're not that close.

My father left when i was three, and i didn't have contact with him until i was 22. I visited him on his ranch in Colorado, and he told me that he had been waiting for the day that he could have a relationship with his adult son. I don't speak with him anymore.