Can a person know too much? Are some things left better left unknown?
I haven't had any more help or leads about my mother. It is a upsetting, as I seem to be the only one that cares about her or her soul. I need to go to her in person.
However, I am as certain...even more certain...than ever that my father murdered my mother. That was the deep dark secret that the family held close all these years.
It explains so many oddities I witnessed in my early life. It explains his becoming a hermit, never having anyone to the house...ever. It explains the utter isolation in which I lived for my entire childhood. I was never allowed to have friends or to have sleepovers. I was never allowed to go to friends' houses, either. It explains his over-reactions whenever I inquired about my birth mother. It explains his threats of violence when others inquired about my mother's whereabouts.
It explains his complete, vile behavior as I was growing up.
Yes. I am certain that he did it. I do know it. Things aren't left unknown.
I know. And I am better off knowing.