To me myself? No, not really. There is one comment that someone made about my sister years ago and till this day any time I see that person I chase them away.
My father spent more than a million dollars sending children and grandchildren from his second marriage through school. I got nothing and had to work my way up from homelessness to the middle class. That seems unjust to me. It probably wouldn't bother me if he was dead but I still have to see him and pretend nothing happened while he is, at this very moment paying $45,000 per year for one of them to get a Master's degree in poetry at the University of Miami. All I wanted to be was a doctor. I guess that wasn't a lofty enough ambition.
Harry 