When my father was released from prison in 1987, I had no inkling of the horrors that would soon unfold. I wanted to believe he could turn his life around, yet deep down, I understood he had always been a conman, a master of deception. Denying this truth propelled me into a nightmarish 17 months, during which I became a witness to my father’s violent rampage, resulting in four tragic deaths.
For years, I was plagued with guilt, shame, and physical ailments—repressed memories haunting me from that period. Looking back, it feels as though I had no real choice: remain with him and witness his atrocities, or risk becoming a victim myself. I became his captive audience, watching the unmasking of pure evil—my father, a remorseless, calculating killer devoid of love or empathy. These are the traits that define a sociopath.
He relished sharing his exploits with me, perhaps finding more thrill in recounting his misdeeds than in fearing I might be different. Despite never condoning his criminal behaviors, I never openly rejected them either. As a child, I idolized him, wishing to emulate his confidence, but I felt inferior for not being able to stomach his actions. I was trapped in a cycle of admiration and revulsion, perpetually trying to please him while feeling like a failure.
After serving 3½ years for land fraud, my father resumed his life of crime, and I found myself cornered. I felt like a hostage in my own life. He skillfully manipulated me, sharing just enough information to make me his confidant while keeping the most incriminating details from me. I remember the first time I saw his name linked to a murder on television; I called in a tip, only for the authorities to dismiss it, leaving me still ensnared. My younger brother lived with him, and I feared drawing suspicion upon myself, all the while dreading the repercussions of my call. Would my father sense my anxiety?
Reflecting on it now, I never consciously believed he would kill me if he found out, as that thought felt irrational. However, deep down, I understood I was in danger; my behavior was rooted in survival instincts. It took me two decades to realize that he would have no qualms about ending my life if it served his interests. To him, I was merely a prized possession, not a beloved son. A sociopath is incapable of love.
These accounts detail what I witnessed and how I coped while maintaining the facade of a normal life. Yet, I am grateful for the family and friends who supported me. I share my story in hopes that it resonates with others who may feel trapped. There is a pathway to healing and freedom. If you find yourself in a similar situation, remember that you are not alone.
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