*Spoiler* (the person I’m talking about, the “abuser”, is the absolute worst person I’ve ever been cursed to know) We used to have a roommate who was my brother’s best friend, and for some god awful reason still is. He recently ended up homeless (probably got himself kicked out again, for being a shit person, like usual) so my brothr and mother came over to “talk” to us about it. What happened instead, was that they forced him upon us, giving us no choice or chance to speak. Just waltzed into the living room said “somebody’s homeless, so they’re staying here for a week and a half!” I snapped! I LOST MY SHIT! I couldn’t help it, though. You see, he would emotionally abuse Daphne physically abuse the cat’s when no one else was around. My brother and mother have refused to take what happened to Daphne seriously, and so the fact they just decided it would alright for him to come and stay even a little bit. Daphne and I have been staying at her mother’s in the meantime and Daphne was having breakdowns for a few days after because seeing that piece of shits face and hearing his voice brought everything back. Thinking about it stilm causes me to be unable to think straight, so I apologize for the structure not being entirley in order. The whole mess here though, is such a lack of respect and understanding. I’m apalled my family could be this daft and uncaring, especially to me and Daphne, who is essentially my wife now, which causes even more rage that they would do this to the one I hold dearest. I’m nervous to go back, though, becauseI have to talk to them and get them to understand what they did wrong, how it was wrong and why they shouldn’t have thought it was an ok idea even in the slightest. I have very little faith that they’ll get it and I feel a mother is going to lose her son and a brother will lose his brother, because they crossed a line and there’s no turning back to how it used to be.