The agony of rewatching “Everybody Loves Raymond” reminds me of my family’s damaging dysfunction.

I saw about one-and-a-half episodes of that utter piece of crap. An ex liked it. I’d leave the room when she turned it on because of how horrible it was. If I wanted to watch a dysfunctional family be cruel to one another — well, I already did, except mine had way more guns and knives.