About it in polite society do not speak. Don’t tell over a Cup of coffee, this feeling – or rather, his absence is quickly trying to cover up a polite smile and hide away from prying eyes. “I don’t love my parents” sounds like a confession in a terrible crime.
Why this is so
Once we first take offense to dad and mom. Someone brought up in Spartan conditions, someone took out a daily fatigue, someone suffered from neglect and constant employment of parents. Under-loved, unhappy children, who for years harbored resentment, and then just too tired to fight for parental attention, is one category.
Other – those who had enough of the excessive care and love. Psychologists have many clients who happened to grow up with my mother and grandmother and from experience to experience unbearable heaviness of their love. They dream of escape from the family, but the sense of duty makes to stay. They are constantly taught how to live, what to think, whom to choose as friends. And, barely openevsys, these children run away – first in a student dormitory, then to another city… the country… on another planet. Call out only on holidays and life are already familiar with the cargo dislike mixed with guilt and remorse.
Brutally? Maybe. But honestly. You can suffer Continue reading