Many husbands and mothers are really ashamed of the name of their parents, in my childhood memory, my father is a cat, I am only a small mouse that will be caught at any time, see his figure or hear the sound will be far away, and even feel that no father is a happy thing, my mother is cowardly and incompetent in the long-term domestic violence, watching me being slapped by my father does not dare to squeak, but also spit out the dissatisfaction and resentment of my father to me, let me fully accept her resentment of the woman, once I argue with others, whether right or wrong is blamed on me, I always shrugged my head to accept criticism or a beating. Not sure when it started........