Be a Good Boy: My Journey from Self-loathing to Self-love

Robert Finertie was only eight and a half years old when his mother passed away. Her last words to him, lying in her hospital bed, were clear: "e;Be a good boy, Bobby."e;He took this deathbed directive to heart—and in the ensuing years, it became a refrain that haunted him.Little Bobby had already learned to "e;go away"e; when something bad happened to him; it was a skill he'd learned years earlie...