get over it people. life is too short to dwell on stuff.
thats just my advice.
if your screw is loose , find a powerdriver and ram through your head.
I could be wrong, and someone correct me if I am, but these tales sound very much like the details are stretched, as the primitives desperately try to avoid responsibility for being the way they are, such losers, blaming it on someone else.
We are all affected by our pasts, and can't change that.
And some of those people, some of those experiences, can indeed be crippling.
But there comes a time when one has to stop blaming others.
That after all is life; we are supposed to evolve, grow, and flourish, not stagnate.
I've oftentimes been surprised by those who allege my own parents were cold, distant, and aloof, when in fact they were damned good parents, the best possible parents I could've ever had, myself.
They were of course old by the time my younger brother and I were around--I have no memory of my mother without grey hair--and perhaps worn out, exhausted, tired, of the exertions required on raising the older, more energetic, more rumbunctious, more stubborn, more recalcitrant, siblings.
I think I was about four years old--it was before kindergarten--when I sensed that the parents were involved in a mission greater than myself, that of curing the sick and ameliorating sufferings of the afflicted.
Well, myself not being sick or afflicted, and being a younger child, I had no time had this nonsensical idea that I was the center of the universe, it was no big deal.
My parents put food on the table, a roof over the head, clothes on the back, taught one good manners so one could get along in society, and kept one safe. There cannot possibly be Love greater than this, Love in action, Love in deed.
The primitives, lo these many decades later, are still seeking "acceptance" from their parents, many of those parents long gone from this time and place.
Knowing the ways primitives are, that's a pretty damned big order, almost superhuman, practically impossible. Parents cannot do the job of God.
If one seeks acceptance, Love, understanding, forgiveness for not being perfect, indulgence, compassion, well, that's God's job to give that. And it's a job God is always willing to do, able to do, if one merely asks God to do it.
And herein lies the nub of the primitives' dilemma; like fish rejecting the water that surrounds them, the primitives reject the Power, the Majesty, the Glory, of God.
It should be no wonder the primitives are such wretched, miserable people, destined to be bitter and unhappy to the end of their days in this time and place.
