If  I was to write a self help book it would start like this……

The child:

My mother never loved me, she used to feed the neighbours dog more then me. And so I grew up full of anger and unhappiness….

My father loved me too much, and gave me everything I wanted. And I grew up to be spoilt and egotistical.

My parents didn’t get on and they got divorced when I was 9. And so I grew up thinking there is no love between people, only fear and pettiness.

The adult:

And then I met other people….partners, friends, acquaintances and I suddenly discovered everything else….

And love.

Therapy: Now the question is what will I do with all that I have learnt?