I am sorry. It has to be difficult to live with--your mother and brother--and their attitudes. But you have the natural feelings to love a parent and at the same time what they did robbed you of you and your childhood. You have to face them to this day. For me, mine was a priest-I sat in front of his house and saw him at the church with a few words exchanged--but I think mine were not heard by him or acknowledged by him. When I saw him I was repulsed but also part of me was happy to see him--I do not know how to get over the mixed feelings. I appreciate your comments and story. Keep well