...decided what's the point?

There is so much misery posted here already. My story is just another story with a different main character. That's all.

It involves the same shock, disappointment and family betrayal. The same resulting depression, PTSD and trauma.

My dad was the perpetrator. I've been holding so tightly to my mother's memory as I felt she was all I ever had.

Now, I find out yesterday that she knew what was happening and turned a deaf ear. She ignored my and my brother's screams of terror.

My brother begged me to call 911. But I was only 3 years old. I didn't know how.

I don't know if I can live with this new knowledge. There just will never be any relief in this world. There isn't enough therapy in the world to fix this.
Okie