It has always been this way. I grew up in a home where my mother was somewhat like this, though not as disparaging. I guess I was far too young to know what to look for or to know myself. As far as regrets, I would say, no, not regrets. Maybe some trepidation about being out on my own, but not regrets. Most who hear my story tell me to move on and salvage what I can while I still have some years left. A few tell me to try some drastic measures. I just don't think there is much to fight fore here, or ever has been.
