When I was 12 my mother took me every week to the therapist. At some
point the therapist began interviewing her. He would bring her into his
office while I waited in the waiting room. This always made her
furious. Then on the way home she would drive like a maniac blaring WQXR,
New York's classical music station, to drown me out every time I tried
to speak. This went on for weeks.
Some
years later my parents bought a weekend getaway. My mother would get up
at 5 AM and blare the classical music from the kitchen to signal
everyone to get up. Basically my mother used classical music as a
weapon.
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