Looking back on my childhood, I realize my parents did the best they could with the tools they had and with their own demons. But it has always caused me to pause that I perceived something was missing. From an early age I had concerns about my parents ability to look after and protect my brothers and myself. They appeared a bit at loose ends, did not enjoy each other’s company and at times I felt we were a burden. My father would stare angrily at me, offered little encouragement and I often thought he felt trapped in his marriage and into raising children. He had issues with his parents and it appeared the one thing he took from his father was the willingness to beat his own kids. Both my parents complained constantly about the other, their own parents and their in-laws. This gave me a feeling of uneasiness, as I felt they were preoccupied with their own disappointments and not focused on keeping us prot...