I’ll disguise any potentially identifying details for reasons that will soon be obvious.
I was lurking just now on the rabbit hole that is Facebook, and saw the profile and feed of a women I went to HS with who was, to put it mildly, a stuck-up bitch to almost everybody.
She had set up a birthday fundraiser to a local domestic violence agency, because she was a survivor of it. Okay, I assumed it was an ex, but it wasn’t; it was her father. She said he was an alcoholic and drug addict who abused the family at every opportunity, and didn’t hide the fact that he enjoyed it. He also had a girlfriend who lived in the basement for several years, and everyone was under threats of death if they told anyone (which makes me think this woman was actually a hostage). His addiction killed him at a fairly early age, and her mother only had freedom for a matter of DAYS before she had a massive stroke that left her permanently disabled. It didn’t take much reading between the lines in her essay to figure out that he almost certainly molested her, and possibly her brother as well.
I would have had absolutely no idea that anything like this had happened to her. She was an honor student and musical prodigy who teaches at our high school, after working in several other cities over the years.
Yeah, I have issues with my parents too, but nothing like that ever happened to me.