By: Margaret Paul, Ph.D.

Complaining is a way of life for some people. It was certainly a way of life for my mother. I don?t remember a day going by without her complaining, endlessly. I don?t think I ever heard a word of gratitude out of my mother?s mouth. No matter how good things were, she would manage to find something wrong. No matter how perfect I was ? and God knows I tried to be perfect! ? she always found something wrong with me, as well as with my father.