this sounds familiar...

"As time went on , my parents' relationship became worse, not better. My father grew more hostile and remote, taking a particular liking to metallic objects with serrated edges. And my mother began to go crazy. Not the crazy in a let's paint the kitchen bright red! sort of way. But crazy in a gas oven, toothpaste sandwich, I am God sort of way. Gone were the days when she would stand on the deck lighting lemon-scented candles without having to eat the wax."
Running With Scissors by Burroughs


it's days like these that i thank God for books which are written by people that help me remember life through the lens of humor...david sedaris is the same way...while you are living it, it in no way remotely resembles humor...but as the years pass, the crisis event takes on a personality of its own...begging you to see how it shaped you...enticing you to remember that the event itself is the generous giver and molder of your twisted and depraved sense of humor...