Your piece illicit so many deep seated feelings that I still harbor. I can never go home. So much so that I want to bulldoze that house down. There are more bad memories than good. You had to reach perfection to be worth a damn and if you didn’t, you were quickly told so. It’s like my success hinged upon everything else in that house. I love them dearly. I miss them dearly. But so much damage was done that is irreparable. I walk into that house and every cell in my body goes off. My anxiety goes through the roof. Talk about unresolved issues. I can’t go home. I don’t want to go home. I refuse. I often wonder if I ever had a place to really call home.