Skeletons in the Closet

For some reason, lately, my childhood has been brought up several times, by several different people. I'm not sure why, but I can say that I truly believe that after dredging up some bad and painful memories, I think that I have reached a point in my life where my past isn't sitting on my shoulders like some heavy weight. Granted, there are side effects from the things that happened to me as a child that probably won't ever go away. I cannot stand for someone to put their hands on my neck, I still look over my shoulders if I'm outside at night, I never sleep with my back facing the door, and I am generally always very aware of my surroundings. However, all that being said, I don't think of my brother's father very often unless someone asks about him and I don't worry about him someday popping up and harming my family, my mother or my brother any longer. Last time I checked, I believe he was in jail for statutory rape of a 14 year old. The man needs help, serious, serious help. I'm not going to let him have an effect on me any longer, although there are some things that I will go to my grave with. Things that I just can't and won't share with anyone, even Hubs. I guess we all have some skeletons though.