My parents were alcoholics, and I got the brunt of their frustrations, not just when they were drinking, but alot of the time. I always felt like the black sheep in the family, as they were mentally cruel to me, and only on a couple of occassions did my Mom hit me. It was at a birthday party for our neighbour's girl, who both my sister and I were friends with. Anyway, I got carried away, and got careless playing.. My mom chased me home and kicked me a couple of times in the gut, and I landed on the floor, crying and gasping for breath, then she sent me to my room, and went back to the party. That incident was long ago, but it still sticks out as an unresolved issue. I have been to shrinks, and it has helped, but I can't forget about it. I may have forgiven her, but it will be hard to forget.. in time I will be able to.