My mom was not perfect and she did allow my brother to physically abuse me. His behaviour played out in his personal relationships.

You couldn’t have me tell my own story and come from my own place of power.

I came to you as a vulnerable youth and told you how they were treating me. I remember you were both horrified. I came to you from a place of vulnerability and authenticity and in the end you accused me of having holes in my memory, and of lying about the abuse.

You seem to have erased your memory with too many margaritas. You have forgotten what I said and you have shattered the trust I once had in you.

Knowing all this now it’s very clear there is a history of manipulation and abuse in our family. The lying and the outbursts are all very familiar to me.

You sided with my brother and projected your toxicity onto me.

You behaved in an incredibly toxic manner.

I think it says a lot about you in your choice to side with him.