As I was lying in bed trying to put Calli to sleep I let my mind wander. For a while I thought about a friend and her relationship with her family. Automatically I started trying to find a way to put a dysfunctional relationship on my thoughts. Of course they are fucked up, right? But they really aren’t. I mean, there are a few family scandals but enh. Overall they are just good people doing good things as they lead good lives.

Pretty much my entire extended family would turn a blind eye to me being raped. They have. Repeatedly. I suspect they would do so again tomorrow. Well, to be fair… after the last two weeks I don’t blame them. But say I had been raped a month ago, before the uproar. If I had shown up for a visit at my aunt’s house and one of their neighbors had held a gun on me behind a closed door and forced me to have sex with him… I would automatically be the one lying. It would be a continuation of my insane stories.

Even though my father confessed.