Called my brother

So really what happened is I called my brother days ago and we’ve played phone tag since then. Anyway. Tonight we really talked. We talked for 45 minutes and there were so many little subtopics. He said he believes me absolutely 100% without question on all of it. I spent a while sobbing and spilling out my memories of our father and what he did to me. I kept apologizing to him because I know he doesn’t want to hear it but he told me that he is willing to listen to whatever I need to say. He considers my mental health more important than his momentary discomfort at hearing these stories. That’s huge. That’s monumental. I mean, it’s not like we are suddenly going to be close and spend time together. But I was just told by a person in my immediate family that the fucked up version of reality I knew growing up was indeed happening. I am not crazy. I am not imagining any of it. I am not lying. My mother and sister can go fuck themselves.

He believes me. He heard what actually happened and he believes me. He told me that yes, I am used as the scapegoat by everyone. My brother believes me.

13 thoughts on “Called my brother

  1. cyranocyrano

    This is… it’s unfortunate that it takes so long to reach this point, but it’s good to reach this point. If I had a happier icon than the one that said Yay! then it would be yours.

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  2. Anonymous

    from Debs

    I’m horribly sorry that you had to go through it in the first place, but glad that someone in your family is supportive. Your adopted family out here in internet-land also love you.

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  3. jenny_sellinger

    A member of your own family, a CLOSE member of your own family, believes you? Fi-na-lly and he is now officially the second person in your birth family that I like.

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