One of the harder things to that I am coming to terms with is that it was not just my mother who abused me…there were others around me who chose to turn a blind eye to what she was doing.
My father may not have approved or encouraged my mother, and he did go out of his way sometimes to let me feel loved, but he certainly never did anything to stop the abuse.
Perhaps, there are none so blind as those who will not see.
Rage Against The Black Dog 