WHEN PARENTS MESS UP My father a hunter and farmer, once lost control over his trained hunting dog. I was just saved in time before savaged to pieces in my pram. As a toddler I fell into a large bucket of boiling suds, left by my mother on the tiled floor in the farmhouse kitchen. 3rd degree burns. My father always pushed me away, and my mother told me when I was 16, that I was too ugly to find a boyfriend. The wounds parents inflict hurts, they emerge again and again unless we move on. Yes, I was strong enough to move on.