Even so, I was drawn to this room, as if to danger, a wish to pit my puny strength against my father's, whose every command was law. I do not remember my mother taking her turn on the high-backed chair, although she features prominently in all the family group shots, whereas my father seldom does. It was so nice I just wanted to mount her right then and there.
In my father’s house - Griffith Review
Not that they said as much. How is it to live your life in the knowledge that your father is a sexual predator and a murderer?