Don’t Radicalize Lil’ Vicki

I was sixteen when Rosemary said;

“Don’t do your thing with Vicki.”

I looked at my mother with disgust because I owned a clue as to what she was talking about.

“What thing are you talking about?”

“You know. Just don’t do it.”

In the power struggle our parents exhibited in front of their four children they knew they had damaged their eldest children, turned them against each other, but, now that they were divorced, they went after Little Vicki, who was five years younger then Christine, and, was too young to remember the really violent scenes. They lost Mark, Christine, and myself, and needed at least one child to prove they did nothing wrong. Vicki was going to be that proof, thus they treated her with kid gloves, gave her presents and took her to nice places. If Vicki had a identity crisis, or wanted to take from the identity of…