I left dad's home at 17, penniless and on the streets of Oakland, CA. I count myself lucky, as could easily have wound up dead. I swore then that this would never happen to me. I spent the first ten years of my adulthood grappling with it all. When I finally married at the age of 35, I was extremely careful. Our two kids grew up in the same house they can call "home." The one governing principle of their rearing was 'whatever the leftists think is right, revert to the opposite.' Both girls are now in graduate school. Yet it still isn't over.
There is a reason the Torah specified death for adultery: The effects go on for generations. I am convinced that raising a child in an environment of sexual depravity produces heritable epigenetic traits, effectively they are irreversible without an immense act of will. The consequences all around us, and they will be very difficult if not impossible to reverse.
Having been born into the idyllic California of the 1950s, we never knew the blessings that lifestyle had offered, much less understood the consequences of blowing them off. Conservatives never fully comprehended the stakes in the Culture War; else they would have fought like their lives depended upon victory and nothing less, because they do. The left wants us dead, because we are all that stands between them and total power to please themselves to no end, and to hell with any and every body else. That's what it will be all right.
So true. this resonates for me
That’s a sad story. I’m glad that you have survived and overcome that. You never mentioned if your father is still alive or not. If he is, I hope he has come to some sort of a resolution in himself that he can live with. Perhaps you and your sibling can help him out with that. Are you and your brother still friends and/or on speaking terms?