I don’t deny that my father was a jackazz. I don’t deny that when I erred, I needed punishment. I don’t deny that my father was way too heavy handed and raged. I don’t deny that my mother is nuts. I don’t deny my controlling father ridiculed and harassed. I don’t deny that I was a victim in situations beyond my control. I don’t deny that this is real.

I guess I don’t live in denial.