I didn't confront her with the whole thing. The brutal part was left out. It's an odd relationship. I didn't remember the abuse until I was in my 30's when it came back in flashes that included the pain and terror. That took some therapy to work through.

When I was in my teens she lived nearby and we became close. She was nothing but kind to me when I was a teenager. Her son and I were also very close. He's now a shell of his former self thanks to drugs and stuff. It's all weird and twisted.

I'm glad they live 3 hours away.

I love you too! I love your Mom if she's just like my Aunt Marge and it sounds like she is. :)