My childhood was broken by my mother’s shouting as well as her silence. I didn’t feel loved for many years. I felt like I was an accident that never should have happened. It wasn’t until many years after my brother drowned on a group camping trip, that I felt loved by my father. It seems that as the years passed my father began to spend time with me. That’s when I finally began feeling protected. The long rides, and fishing trips seemed to be my safe place away from my mother. Before then he seemed to be trapped in the guilt over letting my brother go on a trip that ended his life.
It may not seem very positive, but the fact that I felt loved by a parent was very positive.
Beauty in your life- change your thoughts for a positive outlook
From Pity to Praise 