Is what my darling sister said about her 'lovely husband'.
She apparently used to hide from him.
In cupboards.
He died. Good.
I knew he was wrong all the time. Everyone loved him.
He knew I fucking saw him all along. I told him to FUCK OFF 20 years ago.
I saw him so hard I hated him, I didn't know how abusive he was, but I knew he was abusive.
My sister was raped when she was 7 by a man in the bushes
I always knew then that I'd protect her.
But I couldn't.
I feel very fucking sad.
I couldn't help her.