I haven’t talked to my father in 2 years. I’m having a really hard time with life. Feels like I’m sliding down a very rocky mountain. Don’t want to go freudian here, but my fucked (no really: Mom was a certified psycho, step father was an abusive drunk, dad, knew about all this and didn’t do a thing) up childhood may have had something to do with it. Is it right to have a ton of rage about that. To see my parents as the prognosticators of my current situation? I don’t want to be some kind of a pussy and just blame everything on them, but I feel like I’ve spent the last ten years just undoing the fucked up ways of thinking and acting they induced on me as a kid. Sometimes I just wish they were dead. Is it wrong to want them to take at least some responsibility for the current situation?