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| The_key_to_my_psychology lies in my late childhood and teens. My parents were (and still are) very Catholic. Yes, I have eight siblings, which sheds a bit of light on the bag-of-lollies incident... | |
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| My dad was... well, I'll be blunt - he was a monstrous, violent tyrant who disciplined with his fists when mere words were not enough. He didn't drink, or anything... he just had_a_terrible_temper. | |
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| I called him a cunt, told him I hated him, pushed him through a wardrobe, and walked out halfway through a visit a few years back. Shit like that should make you feel better, but_it_very_rarely_does. | |
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| No punchline on this one, either. | |
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