Did I Grow up in a Cult?

Let’s use the BITE model to decide.

Photo by Joshua Hoehne on Unsplash

I drew kind of a crappy hand when it came to family and childhood. I had a narcissistic mom, who saw me as her scapegoat. My dad drove off in his VW bug when I was six, and came back into my life when I was 13…for about three weeks, before flaking off for most of the rest of his life. When I was eight, my mom married my stepdad. He wasn’t a bad guy, just a bit…