My Father

Or Life With An Abusive Nascissist, In Short…

Me: “I’ve been to doctor after doctor and my organs seem to be failing, one after the other…slowly. I think I’m dying.”

Father: “But I suffer more.”

Me: “Did you hear me? I’m dying.”

Father: “It’s always about you.”

Mother: “We’re serious. She’s really sick!”

Father: “I’m supposed to react now? No one tells me anything!”

End Scene.

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