Every one of us, I’m sure, has been on the receiving end of a variation of this kind of complaint: “Why did you tell such and such about what happened at Starbucks last Tuesday? That’s MY business!”
Over Thanksgiving weekend 2010 I made a realization. My family is as crazy as everyone elses. I’ve always listened to tales of dysfunction, secretly gloating that my family was relatively normal. After all,we’ve never been to therapy. Turns out, we are dysfunctional and repressed. And control freaks.