I could write a book about my family, but in brief: father was literally a rocket scientist, but extremely critical and probably had Aspergers; mother equally unsympathetic and extremely negative. One sister has BPD, but my other sibs and I have survived, more or less, somewhat damaged, but we manage to find happiness. I struggled with depression for much of my life.
I've often thought I should create a line of greeting cards for dysfunctional families, because I used to stand there looking at all the cards for Father's Day and thinking how any of them would have to be sarcastic, like, "Dad, we had such good times together, and you were always there for me." Not.
Mine would say, "Dad, you fucked up my life, but I credit you with teaching me not to put up with assholes."





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