I didn’t think I deserved to get help.
I was home for a visit from college. I was with my parents in the living room. We were watching TV and there was some unrelated discussion going on.
I had a very smart mouth. The older I got the clearer things became and I was getting really angry about how my father had treated me all my life. Still, I didn’t have a label for it. I just hated him. I hated him with all my being.