Betrayed is how I felt. I don't know how anyone would have helped me understand. Betrayal is a tough thing to get over. It is kind of hard to admit I felt betrayed.
I knew there were people who should have been there to help, to protect me. I don't know if anyone knew but it seems like someone should have suspected. Mom was so focused on making it through to the next day and trying to protect the first child that when things that happened to the next two they seemingly went unnoticed. I don't blame her. She had a lot on her plate. I had so much going on with me and I was trying to be there for my sister that some of the crap that was happening to my brother went unnoticed by me. Feeling the way I do I hate that I wasn't there to protect him better.
I never thought back then about the impact the things going on with us individually had on us collectively. I now see the damage that was done. The betrayal we all probably felt.
It is hard when you feel like everyone around you had betrayed you. Even when there is no possible way they could have known. It took me a long time to forgive the inaction.
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