Is not so much to not tell God when I find my parens too difficult, but to stop telling the world. To me, because I did that all my lifetime when truly, there were plenty of other traumas around, was the injustice I did to them. And to realize this is maturity. My parents raised me very well with their own shortcomings. They truly adore me and always have though mom was crazy in her love-hate vibe. They totally spoiled me and never were miser with me. Except if they were teaching me. They aodred animals as much as I did. Esepcially dogs of course. They are real good parents everyone. Super open minded.