To cut a very long story short, I grew up with a very abusive witness mother. Did the truth thing, became a pioneer and MS etc. Father (not in the truth) died just over 10 years ago.
In the last few months I have been getting some counselling to get some sort of emotional equlibrium.
Today for the first time ever went to visit my fathers grave.
After 20 minutes of investigating I realised he had no headstone. I don't think anyone in my family has ever visited.
Makes me feel like a jerk and makes me hate my family and the truth just a bit more.
Glad I got that off my chest.