After Christmas we went to visit family. My fathers two sisters and their families.
I agonized over going or not going. I've lost so much of my family so I get a little weird about what I have left. As the time got closer I really began to worry. I didn't make the final decision until the morning we were due to leave.
I didn't spend a lot of time with them growing up. The majority of holidays were spent with my mothers family. I have fond memories of his sister just a few years younger than him. She married a very nice man and they had two daughters. I always watched in amazement at how they were with their dad. They weren't scared of him and he was nice, but not too nice, to them. And then their mom; she hugged them, spoke kindly to them, and it was obvious that she loved them. I remember secretly wishing that they could be my parents.
His youngest sister; not so many good memories. She, my father and I all look alike. I have always despised looking like him and I'm pretty sure she hates it too. She has always been a little on the crazy side. But I also know and understand what is wrong with her.
We stayed with the oldest sister and stayed up late talking each night. A lot of the conversations were nice but there were others that left me with the wind knocked out of me. Her husband went to high school with my father and said that he was the meanest person he has ever known. Because of that, combined with my mother, he didn't think I had a chance in hell to turn out even halfway OK. Given that, they weren't surprised about my sister.
My aunt began the first night with an apology because they knew that things were going on but didn't say much or do anything about it.
I told her that it was fine. It's really not but what good does it do to cause her more distress over something that cannot be changed?
My uncle talked about walking in on my father with me. He wasn't sure exactly what he saw but my father quickly told him that he was putting me to bed. My uncle wondered how that was since I had been put to bed three hours before. He never said anything.
My aunt told us about one conversation with my father. She was concerned with how rough he was with my sister and me. She made the observation that it looked like he was trying to raise little soldiers. Robots would have been more accurate. He got mad and they didn't see us again for three or four years.
There were other things too... my bruises, scars, behavior, strange fears, and just odd behavior in general. I was not a typical kid.
I was also told how my father was sent to live with their grandparents because he kept hurting his sisters and their family pets. He was sick from very early on.
I had little interaction with his other sister and that is probably best. She's nice enough but she is also drunk most of the time and hasn't been the best of mothers to her own children. She is on her third marriage after marrying two abusive creeps.
On one of the nights, her daughter approached me because she needed to ask some questions. She told me some horrible things that her mother said to her about not wanting her when she was pregnant. It all sounded very familiar but all I could tell her was that I was very sorry.
Then she asked about her biological father. She wanted to know if I remembered him messing with me or my sister. The short answer was yes. The longer answer was that my father found out and almost killed him. And not for the right reasons either. We didn't see them for awhile and I never saw that uncle again. He eventually terminated his rights to my cousin and her older brother.
She told me that her biological father abused her and that she was in counseling. She said that she was making progress but she needed to hear it from someone else that he really was a monster. Her mother has never been supportive of her and always dismissed it as she was imagining things, making things up, or just crazy. That also sounded very familiar.
I also understood her need to hear the confirmation from something other than her own memory. I have always held on to that tiny bit of denial that I was just crazy or imagined it happening. I received that same confirmation on this trip.
Does it make me feel better?
I've lost the security I had in my tiny piece of denial. In the past when I have really felt bad, I would make myself feel better by using that denial. Now I don't have that safety net and that is frightening. I am also forced to accept what happened and who they really were.
And then there is the obvious reason that none of this made me feel better.
If they knew that things were going on.
Witnessed things with their own eyes and ears.
Knew what he was capable of.
Knew that my mother was crazy too.
Why the fuck didn't they do anything?!?
I get that they were scared and maybe even intimidated but shit, they have two daughters of their own. Wouldn't they want someone to speak up if something had been happening to their girls??
It's always nice to reconnect with family over the holidays. Especially the part when they tell you they knew that their brother, your father, was fucking you all along.
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