Chapter Nineteen
“Do you know what a self-defeating personality disorder is?” Sandy asked at the breakfast table. She wore her robe, because Cindy was up.
“Um...overeating?” Mickey was watching the baby pack her cereal down.
“I had a counselor in high school who said that about me. SDPD. I’ll never forget that as long as I live.”
“What is it?”
“A form of masochism, according to Freud.”
“Ah, well,” he said. “Now you’ve caught my interest.”
“Not that kind of masochism,” she said with mock severity. “It’s the one where a person is sort of proudly self-sacrificing; always giving like it was the most important thing in the world. Apparently, it’s the only kind of control she thinks she has, so she goes about her life making herself essential by being the best little slave in the building
