My spiritual awakening fixed this, and enabled me to see through my father like no one left on this earth ever has. The only other person who saw through him was his mentally ill sister, ill, not a narc. Another soul I conversed with briefly.

I wrote these next words in 2013, but somehow quickly forgot and did not fully swallow the red pill until my full awakending: "Sighhhhhh. My parents. What a fucking enigma. I think I got my driftwood trait from my mother. She is the one that everybody likes — she is kind and very social — she took care of us but I wonder now if she was there but not present. My father is emotionally detached from the world. He imperiously lives in his own construct of the world and everyone else, including his children, are but chess pieces in his game of life. What love he thinks he shows has strings attached. In Delray, after a few group therapy sessions with my parents, B., who practically destroyed his children [one became a cutter], came up to me and said,'Man Greg, I thought my kids had it rough.'

The enigma is how the hell they have stayed together. They constructed a world for themselves that works for them I guess, but they don’t realize that while it’s kept them together it’s not what they should want for their children. They would tell me that I seek infatuation and that real love is what they have. Bull shit. They have co-dependency."