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?

Here’s proof (if you need more) that people want something for nothing
A president can be dictator if he claims it’s for national security
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father
We’re all broken, but some of us find meaning in broken partners
Giving up politics left me flat broke; it’s time to earn some money again
Muslims protecting Christian church remind us there’s good in all groups
What if biggest risk to our lives comes from our own unhappiness?
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome