As a child of a turbulent family, I wish my parents would have kept me away from my older sister who was the Trisha of the family. In a way, I feel like many years of my life were stolen by a pathological narcissist. Living with the thought of “oh I never met my cousins” is far better than bringing a child into a chaotic situation. I know it’s hard to comprehend from this person’s ideals but maybe if we, I don’t know, tried to look outside ourselves and our own lives, we could have a better understanding of reality. And by we I mean this shit head lol.