These lines, wow. While very different facts it seems, some feelings in common around our fathers. These lines evoked for me the time just a few years ago when I finally realized my father not a victim but a covert narcissist. In some ways my childhood didn't fully end till that time when I was 53. Does it ever really end though while our parents are alive? My dad is still going at 88, and my mom will be 83 next month, and he's played his game so well that they are married 59 years.