I was expected by both my alcoholic suicidal father and morphine addict depressed mother to be the messiah. Make their marriage and lives heaven. Well, long story short I didn't meet up to their expectations. But when I resolved all of that for myself, I realized I was free of the stupid conditionning that sometimes push people to give their best to toxic people.

You never know Bambo. It may have been a head start, I believe that anyway. Do you?