I believe that Dr. Phil suggested that the 2 boys were feeling anxiety from living in the circumstances they were with their mother. One thing that really stood out in my mind was how they shared my experience of having their mother angry at them, and not even speaking to them for a few days without them having the foggiest idea what they might have done wrong. 
 
I would ask my mother what I did wrong, and what is the matter, and she would say enough to communicate that we ought to know what we did wrong, and if we didn't well it just showed how hopeless we were. 
 
Recently my brother sent pictures of our growing up years with his wife when she came to town (she originated from where I now live, but met my brother in Arizona). They have been eye opening. There are 2 or 3 of me between 1-1/2 and 3 yrs. old where I have a scowl on my face. My parents separated when I was 3. I'm not sure exactly when they divorced. He told me that he came home (he was a truck driver) and found me lying in a crib sheet full of maggots. I don't know if that is true. I wasn't walking yet at 2 yrs. old, and it was discovered that when I was ill at 7 months of age that I had had polio. My mother had thought I got sick on corn on a cob that my grandmother gave me to chew on. I wasn't seen by a doctor. My dad said he had a bill set up at a corner store, and she bought comic books and romance books instead of food on it.  
 
But he was living with my future stepmother in Ripley, NY while on the road (trucker) and with us in Erie, Pa. I don't remember living with him at all. My paternal grandparents lived next door, and all my memories of my dad took place there. 
 
There was conflict for me after my dad married my step-mom and my mom remarried. My step mom Clover thought that I wasn't cared for right, and it was true. If it wasn't for staying at my maternal grandmother's house and being cared for by a great aunt, I would not have experienced love, or have done anything fun with someone. But when I was in 2nd grade my mother married an alcoholic. Soon afterward we moved to a housing project (I was in 3rd grade) and my mother let me know that all the spoiling days were over for me. Doing things with my Aunt was wrong, and it was going to end. At the same time my dad and Step mom moved to Las Cruces New Mexico to live for a few years. I loved my father, and we did happy things together, and suddenly he was gone. I didn't dare let my mother know I was upset so I cried myself to sleep. 
 
My stepdad and her had many fights, and he pushed her down the stairs. My sister and I weren't allowed out of the room to see what happened. I guess it was because my step-dad wasn't dressed, but I was so scared it felt like a gorilla was choking me. When I was starting 5th grade the split for good. They had separated for a couple of weeks before 4th grade. 
 
We lived at my grandparents for a short time, and then my grandmother bought a house to put us in that was a 1/2 block away. That is when my whole world started collapsing. Mom's behavior was very precarious. She announced that I could do no school activities (I ended up breaking those rules) She would often leave my sister and I with the 2 younger ones who were about 11 months and 2-1/2 yrs. old (we were 11 and 12) and go away for hours. Marilyn became very hateful towards me, and was very abusive when my mother was away. Once she poked me in the leg with a sharp knife when she was cutting some fudge and I wanted a piece. I slapped her, and she chased me across the street. She slapped me, and I couldn't catch her when she ran across the street again. I threw a table knife at her and knocked her out. I was so scared I had killed her I ran in the field and hid. She came home and it was as if nothing happened. 
 
Mom was very hateful, called us terrible names, and because I was interested in church and God, she would tell me "You are the most exasperating thing that God ever put breath in" and "You are enough to make a preacher swear". My mother died in 1994. Before that I had asked God to help me understand why my mother was so hateful towards me, and I was shown that she was jealous of the relationship I had with God, and that she had given up trying to get one, so she just decided to be hateful towards me. There is much more to my story, but there isn't space here. for it.