Evil is a strong word, Eric. It really gave me pause. I’m going to have to chew on that for days.
Through my life, I have griped about my mother in particular, but at the same time have tended to be an appologist for my parents.
Now, through writing, I’m looking at the dynamics of the situation anew.
While still quite young, I came to believe that there was something mentally wrong with my mother and that my father was just sucking it up because of his belief system and us kids. My mother was a scary, unpredictable, violent-tempered person when I was more helpless. Now she just seems mean spirited and self-involved.
But I never considered evil. What defines evil? I’m going to have to think on that one.