While above the water line I grew up in a loving Catholic home. Below the line, my parents sent my brother and I to Catholic schools. We received the training from the nuns. (it was wonderful) But at home, my mother suffered from sever undiagnosed depression. My father stayed at work too many hours. When they were together, they actually never spoke to each other. I only remember fights. It became very easy for my brother and I to put on the smile and appear all good. To this day, we cannot remember having a meal as a family. SAD!