“You know how you and your mother never really bonded, especially when you were younger? After you were born your mother felt as if her husband had been taken from her, and she was jealous of you.”

My father told me that when I was lying in a hospital bed, days after a failed suicide attempt and subsequent ugly confrontation about my previously hidden cutting habit. Don’t know why he felt it was appropriate at that time, or ever, but can’t say that I didn’t already put that together on my own. It has been 2 years and I still think about it every time I look at them. I thought I would eventually figure out some semblance of a loving relationship with my parents as I got older, but that revelation has made it that much more difficult.