This is the 3rd day, knowing what I know...It still baffles me that I have no problems with believing the absolute worse about my dad. Seriously, why am I not in denial about the whole thing? When my brother starting telling me about this, I just had this real sick, sinking feeling in my gut and my head...I just knew he wasn't lying...Of course, to make myself feel bad, for believing him, I started thinking and saying to myself "he believes it happened" as opposed to it happened...I started remembering all kinds of things from the past. One instance our oldest sibling was having an argument with dad, over what, I don't know, but she started yelling "don't hit me daddy!". I was actually walking into the room (this was just a few years ago)while all this was going on and thinking, what the hell, you know? She walked right passed me and I looked at dad and said what was that all about and he just chuckled and said he didn't know...Well, I mentioned this to my brother while we sat on the kitchen floor of my house and he said that as a kid, he remembers our sister having swollen eyes or a busted lip and that she would never talk about it. It always happened when she would be "summoned" by dad. And I have to really admit it, as a a kid, I was scared of my dad. I still don't have any memories of him hitting me or doing anything else, but he would go on these tirades and would just nearly bring the house down yelling and screaming about God knows what. You know I was given some pictures this weekend and they include pics of my parents. I can't even look at them...I have a counselling session on Friday. I don't know if I am ready to start talking as this session will include my husband. I will betray my brother's confidence if I speak about this and he is close to my brother. My husband always thought my family, excluding my mom and like 2 of my brothers, were screwed in the head, now he will have confirmation.