When I lived at home with my father, I was favored. His favor included being backhanded when I showed the slightest sign of disobedience, rape, sodomy and playing the game Risk.
Oh, my family envied my favor with my father. You see, growing up in a home where the only attention you receive is abuse, when your siblings aren’t being abused as bad as you are, they’re envious of your position.
It’s a horrible thing, but I’m telling you the truth.
I was envied for the favor my father bestoyed upon me.
When I left his home and he could no longer “favor” me with his abusive ways, I lost his favor.
To believe anything different is to live in denial. Period.