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First the incident… I wanted to have a backyard bar-b-que for Labor Day weekend because I wanted to pretend for one lousy day that my household was like everybody’s else’s. I wanted to be normal. Because of my husband, Driftwood-the-Narcissist’s, bad behavior in the past, none of my friends would accept my invitation to come to our house and party with us. So I got my brother, John, to agree to come. Let’s be clear. I forced him. I told him blood was thicker than marriage and he was obligated by DNA to come over and help me have a normal