No. 60B

Another quick thing:

I think there's a general blissful joy at young age, barring some extraneous negative circumstances, about one's parents. Even if they're divorced, one sort of maintains a safe feeling-- that there are people who are morally obligated to love you. And for parents, I think there's a feeling that there are people who are morally obligated to listen to what you have to say and respect it.
Then there's that earth shattering (or maybe delayed explosives) moment when those feelings are blown apart. It comes earlier for parents-- the first few times your kid talks back to you, I imagine. But for kids, for teens, for twentysomethings, for those 30 year olds-- it's later. And I think it hurts more. You realize that they're not obligated to love you more than themselves, or to value what you say, or even to listen when you speak. There's no guarantee that they're not going to irreparably damage your life.
For me, this happened with my mother when I was seven, but about 4 years ago, the scared feelings went away and she started making me feel safe again. In regards to my father, the dynamite just keeps on coming.
Someone once told me that I probably have daddy issues affecting my trust in and acceptance of and from the opposite sex.
Hang on, I'm pretty sure Captain Obvious is calling, I should get this.
H.