I just had a conversation with my twin sister about our childhood and how rough it was (in different ways) for both of us, and how we were both sure our dad (who wasn't mentally ill but an alcoholic) was told multiple times by both of us that our mom was beating us both, but he never did anything to save us. It's a big thing for us to have an open conversation about the past even though we can do nothing about it now. But now I feel nauseous after discussing things we both remember being done to us. Fun times! Just wanted to vent that it sucks, thanks for caring.