The years I endured living at Husband #2 parents home were never comfortable. I was always trying to be someone I was not. All in the sick efforts to keep Husband #2 and his abnormal family happy. If I didn’t I would pay for it. Things always ended up with me paying for it. He would find some ridiculous, delusional reason to physically harm me on a daily basis. His father and/or mother would instigate to help create something totally false I had committed. I had been exhausted, broken, no self esteem, unable to make decisions on my own for awhile. Just where he wanted me.
All these years later this Trauma finally decided to affect me as a person. I never thought to get help sorting through it all back then. I was truly a zombie. My PTSD has come back to me like it all happened yesterday. Its hindsight that sometimes helps resolves some of the uncomfortable moments from this past. I recently learned when he had my son, what occurred that validated why I felt there was incest going on with Husband #2 family. I just couldn’t put my finger on it then. Since I learned this it has been dealt with in my mind and let go.
I use to have a heavy disdusted feeling about his mom and him, his dad . When my son was there his grandma and himself were walking towards the master bedroom. His Grandma opened the bedroom door to quickly shut it before my son could walk in. Unfortunately my son had a brief glimpse of why Grandma shut the door. His Grandfatherwas having sex with his Uncle. His uncle was Husband #2 half brother. His half brother was mentally slow. I was quickly told as to why only once. Alledgedly a car hit him. Although now so may things have come together that I believe Husband #2 father had beat him so badly and caused it. It was nothing for his father to yell at his half brother. His father would punch him in the back of his head often, say obscene things to him. They always had the half brother doing endless chores around the house while they sat around.