I won't bore you - but I was raised in a very-upper-middle class household with plenty of money and egos to match. For years I thought that the way our family behaved was normal - that all families treated each other horribly and said horrible things to each other. We were an ivy league family - with all the back room trappings of a horror film. In the end, they ended up getting divorced, but the cycle of abuse continued; for decades.So, I went through decades of therapy, thinking that it was something I did - that somehow I was to be blame for the poor relationships, depression, immaturity, lack of focus, etc. Not that I am blaming them for all of my issues, however you do have to admit that how you were raised has a profound impact on your personality. It took decades for me to slowly begin learning where the issues were really sourced.When my father died recently, I was hoping to finally get some closure. That somehow, this highly educated, well read man, who I had exposed to many, many exhaustive conversations about our relationship, would have finally, in an act of decency, have left me a letter, or a video or something - to express his regret over the family and the way things had worked out. Not to assume blame, or to assign blame - and not even in person - but just something to express his love and regret for the lack of love in the family I grew up in.No. His death was just another perfunctory event, with documentation, his golfing/skiing friends and his lawyers. No letter. No video, No regret - at all. "Remember the good times!" friends suggested. Huh? When was that? Seriously. Please tell me.So, I found this book right after his funeral, and found that my parents were basically 'dine-and-dashers' when it came to parenting. They stumbled into it; really had no interest in it, and found their position to be absolutely reasonable to themselves. I thought this might be yet just another book on narcissists - I was wrong.This book is very small - but is is powerful. It spoke to me, and described both of my parents (my father, then 'absent narcissist' and my mother, the 'emotional narcissist') to a TEE. It's very easy to read - I burned it up in a two days with occasional reading and it literately gave me the keys to the rest of my life.I have since cut ties with my birth family. After reading this book, I've found myself and come to the conclusion that I want/deserve happiness with my own family (of which there is plenty, I assure you) in the time that I have left on this earth (which is not a lot anymore). Not that I hate them, but frankly, as the song goes:"I'm not ready to make niceI'm not ready to back downI'm still mad as hell, and I don't have timeTo go 'round and 'round and 'roundIt's too late to make it rightI probably wouldn't if I could'Cause I'm mad as hellCan't bring myself to do what it isYou think I should"If you even -suspect- this book might be helpful for you - I urge you to give it a try. It's small, inexpensive and easy to read - and IT NAILS IT. COMPLETELY.Good luck to you! =)