I told my therapist the best way to describe a dysfunctional family is describe a functional family. I laughed when I saw the look on her face after I told her Vic snuck into his daughter’s funeral and sat in the back. Then Vic hired a local photographer to take pics of everyone at the Rosamond gallery after the service. “Why did he do that?” At pervious sessions with another therapist, I deduced our father became our boss so he would not be guilty of abusing his children. “These are not my children, but my employees. Therefor I get to abuse them because it happens all the time. There are a millions of abusive bosses in the Naked City, and, I am just one of them!? Vic was a sadist.
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