johnotronic

My sister was raped. No no, my sister wasn't raped. She was assaulted. No, she wasn't assaulted, but she was drugged. Maybe.

I don't even know how to process this. Fuck, I'm not even sure of the imformation I'm supposed to be processing. All I know is my family doesn't make much sense. My brother wants to use this as a tool to confront my father about his lack of involvement in my sister's life. My mother doesn't believe it really happened, but I'm not sure if it's because the facts don't add up or because she just doesn't want it to be true. My sister is like one of those "choose your adventure" books I read as a kid, with the end different each time. I don't understand her at all. And my job is to keep the peace.

This is just ridiculous. My family is uniquely dysfunctional. I wish we just hit each other.