That is an interesting spin you put on this. I had not really thought of how it was drilled in my head that I was responsible for the course of my life. That I have allowed that to bleed over into my assault. I mean I thought it was my own voice saying it - but in fact I have had a chorus.
My first semester of college my parents helped me. But then my dad fell ill and I was on my own to pay for it all. A lot then went to me to take care of and I was grown at that point. I knew it was up to me to make it or I would not at all. And I became resourceful and was able to overcome, or slide out of, any situation. Until that one night.
Good thoughts you have left here, my friend.
Broad statements often miss their true mark.