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| It wasn't my problem to cleanup. I wasn't even told about it for years. My dad and siblings all got along great until their last breathes. One of his sisters had married a man who was the kind of guy who could sell ice to an Eskimo. The analogy basically paints being an expert manipulator in a good light. He had a bad side that showed up every so often. My aunt, having been raised by good people, understood and believed in forgiveness. Plus cognitive dissonance makes walking away from the father of your children tremendously hard. This stuff is more common than you might be giving credence. | |
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To the young guys- inheritance
