At 2:27 a.m., My Dad Called: “Your Sister-in-Law Beat Me with a Baseball Bat—But She Told Police I Attacked Her Because I’m Mentally Ill”

in my father’s civil suit anyway, and I didn’t fight my father’s decision to include him. Dad said it himself, sitting at my kitchen table a few weeks later, more clearly than he’d managed to say anything in the hospital.

“He needs to understand there’s a cost to standing still,” he said. “Even if the cost isn’t prison.”

The civil suit settled quietly.continue reading …