My mother was seduced by a man who was charming and good-looking, but a man with the heart of a spoiled child. he wasn't a cruel man. he wasn't a

Events do not define lives. It's dispositions with the rare epiphany that intrudes into what is a life of habitual regularity.

My father, as a young man, he was handsome, charming, though contained the heart of a spoiled child. That is, my father lacked and still lacks the capacity to love. Not that he is a cruel man. He isn't. He lacks the ability to see beyond himself.