I don't have to fear for you any more, Charles. Rest in peace, dear brother.
Man, do I ever understand this.
So your horrible father was a community bigshot. Street angel, home devil I believe that is called. My father was one as well, although not nearly as horrid as yours. My husband an even milder version, but still not the loving and generous person he presented to the outside world. I wonder how many men have this malady? Because it is a sickness in my opinion. If they or anyone around them suffers from their condition, they are ill.
You are very insightful! As in this:
he was the photographer. He had become part of the outside world.
He was very, very smart. That's what I've been told. But erratic. None of his siblings wanted to get on his wrong side. He would rant and rave and promise all kinds of retribution.
For sure he was unstable. I worry about the genetics--but I've managed so I guess it's OK. I've managed😆