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- Jan 5, 2021
I believe it was purely a generational thing with Bob. Barb was older when she had Chris, but she certainly wasn't senior citizen discount at Golden Corral elderly like Bob was. I think deep down she always secretly desired the current dynamic between herself and Chris. All the coddling and shitty parenting on her part was either deliberate or subconsciously motivated by a desire to have a dysfunctional adult child who could not abandon her like the rest of her family, regardless of how awful she is to them or how badly the child (Chris in this case) may have desired some independence during his youth. Bob just went along with it because, as you said, he genuinely had antiquated ideas about what it means to get someone "the help they need" when it comes to something like autism and didn't really think there were good alternatives. Plus the guy was ancient, had already lived enough of life for two people at least, and was just too fucking tired and worn out to really put up any resistance.
I can almost see Barb like some survivalist who makes an impenetrable bunker to survive the nuclear holocaust. One day the bombs drop, but she's cosy in her nest... sadly the bombs smash the door and cave it in with rubble, trapping her inside. Over time, humanity rebuilds, and makes a star trek utopia... but Barb can only peer through the grimy window, still trapped in her bunker. That bunker is Christian, who she milked for money, emotionally blackmailed, and used as a weapon to gang up on Bob in a 2 vs 1 dynamic. Well now Bob's dead, she's crippled, and her sacred cash cow is a retarded tranny that can handle debt as well as she can, whilst spray painting sneakers on the carpet, and crashing the car every six months.
I've maintained it for a while, and I still am of the opinion that Bob was the lucky one dying as he did. It's a shame it wasn't peacefully in his sleep in a cosy bed, and not being gnawed by bed bugs whilst surrounded by faceless medical employees, but at least he was free of Chris and Barb.