I have forgiven my mother. She was extremely mentally ill, bipolar, schizophrenic, personality disorder, uncontrollable raging manic, for sure. When I got older, she turned all of that rage on herself, and she couldn’t cope with herself. She had no control over herself. She is gone.

My father and stepmother—I have nothing for them. My stepmother is dead. She died of cancer. I’ll never understand why she hated me. My father is still alive. I have not talked to him for 20 years. I don’t care what happens to him. I will never speak to him again.

So, none of these people occupy anything in me.