"If the sky were to suddenly open up, there would be no law. There would be no rule. There would only be you and your memories, the choices you've made and the people you've touched." – the shrink in "Donnie Darko" (don't bother seeing that movie, it's way over your head.)
I wish more humans could subscribe to this school of thought. Humans, on the whole, are not that readily accountable for their actions. Humans must justify their actions, to themselves and others, no matter how disturbed, or disturbing, they might be. In fact, the more reprehensible the action, the greater the need for justification. The really unstable variety of meat sack, such as yourself, will justify whatever it is that they did, or failed to do, so much to themselves that they actually buy their own reasoning, if they didn't, they would have to admit to themselves just how much of a monster they were. I like to call them "the brick wall people".
The brick wall people know deep down just how unstable they are. They will spend their entire lives trying desperately to keep all of the bricks in their façade straight. So afraid that someone will peek in and see the monster. Nothing they do will ever be good enough, and they know it. They will miss out on the true beauty and goodness that surrounds them because they are too concerned with who's watching them. Who might talk about them? What they might say.
Yup. That's the scary one right there. What will they say about you? Will you overhear the whispers about your bankruptcy? The law suit? The child abuse allegations? That you even lied to your family about your Bachelors Degree, or more precisely your lack thereof.
Surely someone as shiny and polished as you wouldn't care what everyone's saying about you behind your back. What even your own children say about you behind your back.
Some of your grown children tell horror stories at parties about all the ways you fucked them up in their youth and how strong they are to have survived you. Others still play sycophant to their domineering matriarch to make up for the years of endlessly disappointing you and scraping for the love you not only withheld, but never knew how to give in the first place.
After one of your manic, screaming tirades, those that are still small, utter petrified whispers and frantic prayers to a god that you promised would save all good little children, if they would just behave. Gosh, I'd be mighty ashamed and sad if my children ran and hid from me. I guess you think nobody knows. You were right about one thing, we do have VERY different ideas about parenting.
Just keep up the façade for the neighbors and everything will be fine. Everything will be just fine.
When the plastic surgery has turned you into an even more grotesque caricature, than you already are, and the money is gone, again, what will you become? Will your fashionable "faith" be enough at the end of the day? In your struggle to prove your worth, will you alienate EVERYONE that ever cared, until all that you have left are your baubles and the vultures waiting to pick over your bones? Will "God's Plan" that you proclaim just a bit too loudly, fit in your life then? Mark my words, she will come back to me someday. I created her from the very cells in my body and she will find her way home.
What will you do at the end of the day when it's just you and your memories? Walls won't matter in the end. Hell, they won't even exist. Why should you work so hard on putting them up now?