My folks were 20 and 17 when I was born, then they split when I was 8, after which they disappeared (one didn’t want to talk to us to spite the other, and the other had to get a job). So my parents were never around, but there’s no “getting over” or “moving on from” your parents, because you’re always stuck with them. You have to accept them as people who weren’t Ward and June Cleaver. Uh, I don’t have more than that. Maybe you could kill my parents, and I could kill yours, and no one would suspect a thing because we’re strangers on a train.