A stellar essay and yes, a grand picture of what it means to be who they are. The narcissist is all you say and then the truth of what it means to be in their midst creates another reality. Not for them. For us. The others in the show, a circus act with a monkey in every seat.

My daughter is one. So was my wife, her mother and her mother. A generational three act circus with no end in sight. My daughter is pregnant with her titular boyfriend. Its the saddest of realities as I set back and watch from the outreaches of their lives. as the next generation approaches.

What can one do? How does the generational "evil" end? Can you offer advice on this harrowing conundrum?