As a child of the early 1970's, we didn't get counseling, choices, and not even good explanations. I suffered greatly, subconsciously believing I had to "earn" love. My most intense relationships were those that were stormy and fraught with turmoil. When I did get with someone that treated me well I felt guilty because I wasn't as enamored as I had been previously. I grew up angry, with my father, and indirectly my half brother, who, in my mind, got to have the life that I so much wanted. However, being raised by a single mom, I am more in touch with my inner self and strive to be there for those I care for.