I've always described my family as "having an elephant in the room". Everyone knows it's there--yet, no one will acknowledge it. I know that everyone still has their head in the sand. When I accused "him", everyone blew up at me and blamed me for destroying the family. Now, when ever I'm with any of them, I just act "normal". They all just figure that I was wrong and now I believe it myself. I know that someday, "he" will pass away and then I won't care what anyone thinks.
I highly doubt that there will even be a "family" once both the folks are gone. How sad. I had always believed that some day we could all be "fixed" and be a "normal family". Even if I had to take all the blame for how bad the family was and what happened. (Sometimes I still do blame myself) It makes me sad. Yet, I can't seem to give up hope that some day, someone in the family will "come over to my side" -- and believe me.