Hello,
So, almost 2 months ago, my dad was murdered by my brother, making him his own son. (October 27, 2021).
When I was born, I was unwanted by my biological mother and given up for adoption. Luckily my grandparents adopted and raised me (my dads, dad). My dad had mental illness, but never ever violent, always silly, and helping others. He tried to get custody of me, but due to his mental illness, was unable. But, he was always there, he loved his kids very much, including my brother. Me and my brother that murdered him were the closest to my dad. My dad always spoke about his kids. My dads birthday was on October 15th. He just turned 47. On October 27 I get the worse call of my life, that my father was murdered and the number one suspects were my brother and his girlfriend. I was lost for words, fell to the floor, my world came crashing down. And then to find out my dads injuries were sustained 24 or more hours before he was found. My dad was beaten to death by his own son, broken ribs, curbed face, etc. he died from internal bleeding ( a very slow and painful death). My brother was able to go to work, while his gf stayed at the apt and monitored my dads life being drained from him. She was updating my brother, such as "he's still breathing" "still breathing" "doesn't look too well anymore" "I think he stopped breathing". They could've saved him, and if he was saved my dad wouldn't of ever told who did what was done to him. He would've made up a storey about being jumped and not knowing who did it. My brother beat up my dad about a year ago, and when asked by my aunt why the fuck he didn't hit my brother back, my dad said "that's my son, I could never hit my own son". So my dad lost his life because he didn't want to hit his son back, if he did my dad would've kicked his ass, he was tough. He suffered 24, or more hours to try and live. Unfortunately he lost the battle, he couldn't go on anymore. The worse thing too, that is eating at me is that my aunt gave me my dads number 3 days prior to being murdered and said to call him, I have a 2 year old and got busy and said to myself "I will definitely call in a couple days" and I didn't get that chance. My dad died waiting for my fucking call and j hate myself for it. Needless to say, IM SUFFERING. And the point to this being posted is that; my husband is being so much more mean to me, I beg him, saying please I need someone. He calls me annoying and to shut the fuck up, all that. He barely is home, says I'm too annoying, and I continually tell him I'm hurting please I need someone. He's so cold about the whole thing. I had to seal my dads ashes in my urn today and didn't want to go through that alone and he ignored me and told me to fuck off and I'm annoying: of course i bawl my eyes out and he doesn't budge.... does he hate me!?