The first time anyone suggested to me that my father had been abusive to us, I was angry. I was about 26 or 27 when my youngest sister brought up the possibility that he hadn’t been the wonderful father I imagined. I was very angry with her and refused to even consider the idea.
It took me years to break through my denial about what our family had been like. It was difficult to give up my delusions about my father and look at the damage he had done to me.
The old cliche says that “hurt people hurt people.” By the time I realized what he had done to me, I was forced to face the fact that I was perilously close to becoming exactly what he was. Was I hurting people?
The narcissist who had spent my entire life shaping me taught me more than I realized. Could I turn into a malignant narcissist, too?

Heart that truly loves is a servant for another’s happiness and peace
Global warming or a new ice age? Anyone who claims to know is lying
How should we react when man admits molesting own daughter?
What are the odds that gambling improves your economic future?
How can I make sense of a world that’s fundamentally nonsensical?
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
When it comes to politics and race, double standards are everywhere