My brother’s transition from boy to man was marked by fierce and deliberate verbal assaults on his mother.
“You’re a cunt,” he would scream. “A fucking cunt!”
These assaults went on into his twenties. Then they stopped. Not because he regretted the assaults. But because his entitlement was now secured and did not need constant reinforcement.
Now, ten years after her death, he only speaks of her fondly.