I went a bunch after my mother went through her second divorce. I never had a stable childhood to begin with, and she was an emotional wreck trying to swim out of debt, so apparently everyone thought it wise to send me to a shrink. It really didn't help me with much of anything.
My issues with my folks were honestly their issues. My mother since re-marrying, has been pretty easy to deal with for her. My father, who went from a bitter man (we exchanged blows, and he shut my eye pretty good) with anger management issues to a good person, is now back down on his luck and I find myself pretty much hating him.
What I learn is that your parents are fucked up, and therapy for the most part, is an easy way for parents to ease their conscience that their children are going through problems out of their control. When usually it's just the byproduct of them being fucked up.
And my girlfriend is right, PD. You stfu.