Except for Dad, I remember the fight he put up when we put him in that home. I believe the phrase used by my partner was 'pureed'. Michael definitely marched to the beat of a different drum. Actually I think he made his own drums. He was 6 when he killed our sister with a really big sharp kitchen knife.
Nobody knows why.
He tried to kill me in 1978. 20 years pass. Something's get better with age and something's just fester. I feel like we're trapped in an episode of 'Sunset Beach'. He was the most twisted, socially malformed, self-deluded nut who could only find solace for his demons by stabbing people in the back.