We used to do family therapy, but that was so exhausting (he used to berate us for 'avoiding our feelings' when Will and I would joke with each other to, you know, keep from sobbing BECAUSE SURPRISE, I'D RATHER LAUGH THAN CRY) I stopped going. Mom, Dad, and Will are doing much better now! (Although, they stopped going only a few months after I did, so, whatever.)
I had other things to do. Like, anything else. My dog's a better listener than that guy was, anyway, and she adores me whether I'm laughing, crying, babbling, or reading quietly.