I love my family dearly. I just want to share an incident that happened to me. I was on holiday with my parents and well i met this guy and i thought he was ok - we dont tend to choose people cus our judgements are not very good, we are too trusting. Anyway this guy seemed ok, and well in the end i inviting him to my parents flat in india while they are not away - and we had a few drinks etc etc, and he actually stole 500 pounds from the drawer in the flat - well my dad was stupid to leave it there in the first place. Anyway my dad came back and i was out and he said where has the money gone - i had to confess and tell him that i invited this guy round. He did tell me before i went not to bring anyone to the flat - but why didnt i listen?? He went mad, he was calling me a bitch, and saying that he doenst have a daughter. He had a few drinks so wasnt thinking straight himself, he had so much anger. He threw a whisky bottle at me, but luckily he missed. I was in such a state, all on my own as my mum had already come back to england by then. It was just me and my dad and his freind. I didnt take the money, i would never steel, the only thing i did was i was too trusting, and brought him back to the flat. Anyway all i could think of doing was getting my passport and getting the hell out of there. Is that how parents are suppoe to make u feel?