It occurred to me a while back, when my mother and brother both assured me that the hated father had not suffered, what they didn't say. Well, of course he suffered. What they didn't say was that he asked for me, which of course he didn't. If he had, they would have made a point of telling me.
He hated me right back. I find this quite satisfying.
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