As the oldest of five, it's often been my duty to make sure all was well with the rest of the kids, but I haven't been forced to really protect them, or me, from my parents before. From their apathy, perhaps, but not from their actions.
The dutiful daughter inside of me continues to call and to play the role I was born to play, while the rebel screams "how could you do this to us?!"
I'm gonna do what I have to do to make sure my little family (husband, baby) is protected and that my sibs are safe, but I don't like any of it and I'm tired of living with this... pit in my stomach.
Okay, off I go to retreate into the world of fiction and heal a bit.