How does a Narcissist immediately effect one's life?

There are always little things that cause humiliation or frustration. These are easier to tolerate, even if it can sometimes feel unbearable. Sometimes there are big things that really hurt your heart, too.

Memory 1)
Brother has brought home his serious girlfriend from college. We, as a family, are all going out to eat. We get dressed fairly nicely, to make a decent impression on the girl, and of course we'll be wonderful hosts to show her what a nice family we are. What does Dad wear? His beige outfit. A faded beige T-shirt and ill-matching beige shorts that create the illusion of homelessness. We plead for him to change, but he knows best, of course, and he wears the stupid beige outfit. My mom later threw it in the trash.

Memory 2)
We're at my brother's college graduation. There are some thousands of people in the auditorium (it's a small school). Because it's a Christian school, we are going to sing hymns. Guess who is determined to be the loudest singer, leading the "choir" that is made up of parents and loved ones? Oh yeah, my dad. He sings so loudly that his voice cracks. He is scream-singing. My mom plugs her ear with her finger because she is getting a headache. I, as a music major in college, later explain to him that he is damaging his voice, and besides, the idea of a choir is to "blend" not to "lead." But, he says that I'm picking on him and ruining his fun. Never mind that it hurt my mom's ears and probably the ears of the poor soul on the other side of him. Never mind that if my brother knew he'd be embarassed. He just wants his fun. No one matters, and no one is right if they disagree with him.

Memory 3) - Mom don't read, it's about Sparky
Early one morning, my mom let the dogs out to pee. We have a leash system in place so that the dogs have rein over about 2/3 of the yard. But, one must actually step outside in order to hook the dogs up to the leashes. My father gets home, he knows that this is our system. He lets Sparky out off the leash. Sparky escapes and is hit by a car. He's dead when my mom finds him. He just couldn't be bothered to take a step outside to reach the leash and attach it to Sparky's collar. He was too busy on the computer, chatting to women (which we didn't know at the time).

Memory 4)
My entire high school life.
My father has been laid off from his computer job. He's job searching, and eventually gets hired as a truck driver. During this time, we go backwards on our mortgage. Mom's working two part-time jobs to make ends meet. But, she also has to do all the housework and cooking because that's "her job." My dad sits on his butt in front of the computer while unemployed or on break from truck driving. My mom slowly begins to crack from the stress and has to quit one of the jobs, because despite her begging for help, he simply will not help with housework. It's not fun.

Memory 5)
My brother tells my father that the relationship the two of them have is a joke. They have no relationship. He wants my father to call him while he's at school so the two can have an actual relationship. My dad is hurt by this statement, but doesn't call. He can't be bothered. He's too busy. Doing... what? Oh yeah, having sex with women, calling them on the phone, and ignoring his children.

Memory 6)
Sometime before the truth of my father's sexual addiction came out, maybe a year or two ago, I begin to detatch myself from my father. I, too, realize that the relationship between my father and myself is non-existant. I slowly begin to lose respect, then liking, and then love, for my father. To me, he is basically a paycheck so my mom doesn't go hungry. I am nice to him because he is there. If he isn't willing to call my brother after my brother asks him to, then what are the chances that he'd do the same for me? I don't even bother to say anything to my dad, even when he asked if our relationship was a joke. He claimed that he didn't want his children to feel that way, but I lied and said we did- to see if he'd live up to that claim and make attempts at knowing my brother. He didn't. So why would he for me? What am I to him except a daughter- even less important than a son. And apparently, the son wasn't even worth a phonecall. I couldn't expect more.

Is it becoming obvious that the neglect and self-centeredness of a parent can cause damage?