Yes, indeed, I am haunted. I am haunted by my choices in rasing my child. It was a battle of wills in his teenage years. My will over his. He just wouldn’t comply with the house rules, so I turned to tough love that all the physic people of the day were spouting. It was the worse thing in my and my son’s life. I was supposed to show him that he had consequences for his behavior. All it did was drive us further apart. My God, how alone he must have felt. So alone that he killed himself. That is my burden to bear and it haunts me all of my days. My heart breaks when I think of how I should have been his soft place to land. Aren’t parents supposed to love, protect and make them feel safe? I failed miserably in being a parent and he was my only child.