Oh right, she's the one who committed suicide, my mistake. I thought the creep-mother offed herself. So this is just a story of a pair of parents giving into an absurd fad, which then led to the mutilation of the father and son, suicide of the daughter, and heart attack (likely heavily related to stress) kills the mother. All that's left is a slowly dying pair of mutilated males. If the post is real, this is the kind of story that seems like it'll end with a murder-suicide. Fag-dad might wake up one day, deciding he can't take this anymore, he can't take seeing his son in this agony any longer- and so he'll kill his son, and them himself. Honestly, this is probably the only ending to this family that comes close to "good". The alternative- live several more years in physical, social, and mental agony. The son will die- he had a fucking stroke at 18. Strokes are horrible... they often really change people. The damage done to that boy cannot be undone. This is all fag-dad's fault. When I was a boy, I loved Ariel from the Little Mermaid. I had a doll of her that I would sleep with, and when I was playing with my toys she'd always be the damsel who my Spiderman toy needed to rescue or w/e. Did my parents question my sex? Nope. Then in my early teens, I developed an intense attraction to redheads, and today I have a beautiful redheaded woman. But if I had fag-dad here, I would probably be a fucking monstrous, Frankenstein monster-looking mermaid right now, begging to be killed...