There is a price to pay for surviving domestic parental abuse.

 

CRYING OVER YOU

Surviving When Your Family Is Mentally Unstable

 

Based Upon a True Story

 

With earphones on and listening to music on my ten-year-old desktop computer in my smoke-filled studio apartment about a mile from downtown Reno, Nevada, I had not initially heard the pounding on my apartment door.

 

“Police! Open the door! Now!”

 

I did, however, clearly hear the word “police”. I was up from my desk and opening the door as quickly as my fifty-seven year old, four foot nine inch tall body could move, which, admittedly, is not as fast as it once was.

 

“Where is Charles Seaborn?” the first officer at the door, gun drawn, demanded to know.

 

“He’s not here,” I said. “I have not seen my brother in ten years and the last time I spoke to him was in January of 2013. Nearly a year and a half ago.”

 

“We have reports that your brother was seen coming and going from this apartment all day long today.”

 

"Is that right?" I asked, getting slightly annoyed.

 

So far, I had done nothing wrong. I wished to keep it that way, in spite of the troubles my brother was causing me, wherever he might be at.