Burned, but I'll live
My parents divorced when I was very young. Throughout most of the early years of my childhood, they used my sister and me as weapons against each other. I'm 63 years of age today, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I know that stuff did a lot of mental damage. I've tried counseling. You sit and talk for an hour each week with a therapist who, at the end of the hour, says See you next week. Week after week of you just sitting there talking to the atmosphere, because at this point you know the therapist still hasn't interacted with you other than to say see you next week, you come to the realization that the past is past. Move on with your life and avoid those things that might trigger negativity or an emotional response. You, at this point, know what hurts. Get burned once, and you don't dare touch hot stuff anymore. But I was a kid. I loved my mom. I loved my dad. They, in turn, hated each other and hated that I loved both of them. How dare I?!. When I would visit...