I’ve talked to a lot of people from all walks of life, and I’ve come to realize that one of the main things that sets people apart in adulthood is whether they were loved as kids. Those that were, and those that weren’t, might as well come from different planets. They: Yeah I didn’t always get along with my parents. Me: So… how often did they beat you up? They: Oh no, they never beat me. But my mother criticized me a lot, and my dad moped, sometimes. Me: :-| They: I’m kinda traumatized from all this. Me: So… where did you spend last Christmas? They: Well, with my parents, of course. (Or at least they visited their parents) Me (who has cut of all communication for many years): o_O