She dropped it on me like a bomb onto a major city. “I thought you knew,” she said. I didn’t know. What do I do with this information. Do I try to figure out the truth? Is it my business to?

It’s my dad, of course it’s my business… but is it acceptable to bring up somone else’s trauma just for information? Potentially trigger them and send them into a relapse solely because I want facts? That’s a difficult question to answer.

I call my brother.

“Oh you mean the lie they made up to explain the gay away?” He asks.

Was it all a lie? It explains why they let us stay with him still. Why it was never reported to police. An amalgamation of sadness, disappointment, and rage begin brewing in my chest.

Can I trust anything my family says to me?