I love my mom and my dad. I think no matter what they have done or didn't do will never stop me from caring and tolerating them. I have to myself that they did the best they could and both of them had little to work with when I was born. I keep that in mind and therefore I guess I never truly judged or blamed them for anything. I do know, however, that they were negligent. Being massively trained in Psychology it is impossible for me not to state it or hide it. Their parenting style consisted in giving me food to make me content - and even though they are not aware of it they also hoped that food would fix any of my emotions or mood, because they didn't know how to deal with them. That's how they loved and comforted me, they gave me a lot of food, because they couldn't give me what they didn't have.