You’ll be getting married to my brother any day now. You’re a sweet,
naive girl from a good family. I’m the sister who will not be attending
the wedding nor the reception. Do you ever wonder why I never show up
for family events? I can only imagine the colorful stories that my dad
has massaged into your vulnerable brain about me. He’s quite charming,
isn’t he? Let me formally introduce you to the family you haven’t
met.
Your new father-in-law is a child molester. He sexually abused me
from age 3 to 12; he’s a sick fuck. I’m talking about oral in the
bathtub and dry-humping me at 2:00 a.m. when he thought I was asleep.
(Did I mention I was only 6?) One of your new brothers-in-law is also a
child molester. He liked making me play “games” under the sheets when I
was in grade school. Last but not least, my crazy mom (bless her
heart). She is a survivor. She tried her best to protect me, but she’s
been a victim all her life. She couldn’t fight off the abuse and
torture she was receiving from my dad, either. Welcome to our fucked-up
family you know nothing about. I’m sorry.