No. My childhood was pretty fucked up but so was most peoples. I'm an adult. I take responsibilities for my own actions and don't waste time getting all weepy that I never had a birthday party or met my father. It is what it is. My mother wasn't perfect but she gave me some amazing gifts and it is up to me to use them or wallow in self pity and I choose the former.

I think I got lucky in that I worked at a residential treatment facility when I was 20. If you ever want to feel better about your life meet some kids that can still smile after having lived through years of horrifying sexual, physical and emotionally abuse so bad they were permanently removed by the state.

When I met a 14 year boy who had been prostituted from the age of 4 by his drug addicted mother or the big Samoan kid who spent much of his childhood handcuffed to a radiator because mom was terrified to leave him home alone when she had to go to work it makes my crazy mom seem normal.