The Pain Versus Pleasure Principle

When i think back on my dad. And think about how we were raised, i realize to day that any time any of us,. as we got older, chal anged who we thought our father thought he was, there was hell to pay. We were threatened to be cut out of the will. There was a melt down by my dad. In other words, he became angry when you decided to not prop up his version of himself. So my dad was working very, very hard to keep this fantasy alive in his had and those of us in my family. My mother was the greatest codependent in the situation of all. She trained us to hold this mirror up for him so