Oh my god.
Primetime Crime is showing my family’s secrets.
…
That is such a surreal statement. And technically it’s extended family, but still.
Suicide, abuse, murder…the typical crime scene stuff that you see on news shows. But let me tell you, it is so different when you have been in that house, when you have childhood memories of those messed up teenagers on the screen. When they were happy, unscarred. Not in prison. Not callous. It is so different when you know the man who died. Seeing a relative’s blood, so much blood.
We never told my nana, and one of the first things my dad said was “I hope she’s not watching this”. Things about their family’s past that even we didn’t know…
I guess we all have those black sheep in the family. I just happen to have a few that end up on national television. And it is the most bizzare event…
Oh, and. I freaking hate that woman who was questioning my cousins. She is so…cavalir. Slight grin as she asks about their emotions. What the hell is wrong with her? She obviously can’t even comprehend…
Oh, and the twist. I already know it. They both went to prison. And the ending has so much tragedy that there are really no words to describe.
