I remember when (twenty something years ago) my flatmate told about the guy next to her touching her boobs on the bus. And she was trying to physically stop it but he just went on. And she said she wanted to scream, but she didn’t know if that was culturally appropiate.
Imagine.
And a few moments later she asked in desperation:
Why are they like that?
Well, my dear, I just had a 5 year old door-slamming campaign and a 13-year old torture campaign where you were lied into as well, and forbidden to see me as well the next year.
And up to this very moment they are capable to go on with that little bit of lunacy.
I did not get unscatched out of my childhood and teenage years myself.
In short: They are still in the process of realizing that they are dead.
It’s taking them a very long time.
Narcissm it’s called.
