Denial (pro-active)

Dorothy’s painful adolescence started abruptly on the 11th of March 1994, over breakfast, as her father suddenly lowered his newspaper, cleared his throat and said:
“Dorothy, darling, you mustn’t think that your mother and I feel that our lives would somehow have been better if we hadn’t had you.”
Her mother smiled her wide reassuring smile and said:
“No, honey, because that is simply not true, that thought never even crossed our mind. Not in a million years it would, if ever we would live that long of course.”
Up to that moment, that thought had never crossed Dorothy’s mind either.