If I could sit down with my brain, I’d​ say

When my beautiful mother died in 2017, I had the unfortunate task of having to communicate with her sadistic, abusive, sociopathic husband. His manipulative games and crocodile tears were wasted on me.  His mind games were disappointingly juvenile and transparent.  But his venom and hatred towards myself and my brother who’d recently lost his leg in a motorbike accident, propelled me to challenge the point of humanity and question, why was mum taken and this retard left? grief gets you like that.