yeah. when my dad left part of me just crumbled. died or something. i know what you mean.

i found this poem today:

They %#@&#! you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
The fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you

But they were %#@&#! up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were sloppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man,
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin