Everyday Evil: Even when forgiven, abuse is never forgotten

A storm lived in the little house on Second Street in Tucson, Arizona. No one was supposed to know about the midnight yelling screaming fights between the Police Captain and his charming second wife.

Three terrified children knew. They hid under the covers, piled pillows over their heads and tried to sleep so they could earn the straight A's in school that were demanded of them.

Teachers knew when they saw and tended to the lacerations on arms and legs of two of the children.

The stepmother knew, and was able to protect her daughters from physical harm, but she couldn't protect them from the everyday toxic emotional, spiritual and intellectual abuse that the father meted out because he loved them.

Why was the father - a handsome, intelligent, charming narcissist- that way? Everyday decisions that gradually turned into evil acts became common. How did only one of his four children come to lead a relatively normal life? How did she break the chain of abuse and raise three loving children? Why did each of his four wives regret they married him while his daughter enjoys and revels in fifty-five years of one happy marriage?

EVERYDAY EVIL answers unaskable questions. It is written from a recovered heart and will touch yours.