I’d dealt with this kind of behavior before. This insistence on attention. This love of coverage and publicity, no matter how good or bad. This obsession with respect and tolerance for fighting and feuding. I recognized the mix of victimhood and outrage, the how-could-yous and how-dare-yous—because I’d seen it all before in my own family. My father is not Donald Trump and Donald Trump is not my father. But if anyone asked me, I’d recommend the same therapist.
