How Domestic Violence Affected My Life.
Fourteen years ago, my brother went to jail for the murder of my mother. In fact, He had probably planned the murder and his lover did the act. His lover went to jail for the murder and he got out on lack of evidence.
The murder was brutal. My to-be-husband (at that time) helped me clean up the house after it happened. I did not live there. It was horrific. My mother and brother were both kind of crazy. He is obviously a certifiable psychopath.
I think part of me staying with myhusband all these years is due to the fact that I was desperately looking for some kind of normalcy. Now I just have to face my demons and move on with my life.
I forgive my brother. I did so on his death bed in 2000. He died of AIDS.
He never admitted to it.