Okay, delving into family things that I shouldn't but here goes: My sister was married to a pedophile, whom I despise... everything and anything about this man. Still do. Always will. My sister had a child with him, and after a huge chunk of denial (he raped a 10-year-old) she finally left him. I didn't ditch my sister because of the denial. I called the authorities behind her back, gave her encouragement to leave him while still calling authorities, etc. And even though I wanted to choke this man in his sleep, I felt bad for my sister's pathologic denial because the pain was just too intense for her. I knew it; I saw it. I don't blame my sister, stood by her no matter how painful it was for me, but did the right thing and called authorities (where the A's lacked). She is affected to this day, stunted and a hermit and a shell of a person because of the guilt she carried for living with a pedophile and not listening to her family. I will admit, I have some anger toward that, toward her even, but I still hold her in my heart. The pedophile: Damn him and wherever he may walk. BUT! His family is by his side, and as much as I hate it, that's where they are. Love is a tricky thing, and people have so many sides to humanity.
