I wish I had said more about how my sister-in-law was treated.
How her father made fun of her weight and offered to pay her if she lost and kept the weight off.
She wasn’t obese.
That her family supported her staying with abusive boyfriends. Boyfriends who felt the need to rape and physically abuse her.
Her and I were instant friends when we met. The only in-law I felt comfortable being (mostly) myself around.
But if I’d spoken aloud what I though, I’d have to wonder why I let her brother treat me the way he did in our marriage.
And I wasn’t ready to do that.
