The Good Uncle, The Bad Husband
My uncle has always been a kind and lovely person to me. His name is Robert Sparks, I call him Uncle Rob. His wife, Aunt Mary, is my father’s younger sister. They have a baby son called Theo. My uncle and aunt live in Alabama, next to where I live in Atlanta. We visit them quite often, once in a month.
Everything was kind of different, when I realized my uncle is not the person I thought he was. Last weekend, I flew alone to Alabama, to stay over at my uncle’s house for the long weekend. My parents didn’t join me because they had to go to a friend’s funeral. I arrived Friday night and both my uncle and aunt picked me up at the airport. They took me to a Taco restaurant right away, and we had a great dinner. I was really excited when I finally got to see my baby cousin; he’s missed me so much.
I couldn’t forget the next night, when my aunt was preparing dinner for all of us. Theo, Uncle Rob and I were already sitting down at the dining table. Uncle Rob then asked Aunt Mary to prepare a glass of wine for him. After a while, she brought it for him, but the glass accidentally slipped from her fingers, and the glass fell. Later, Uncle Rob grabbed Aunt Mary and dragged her to their bedroom. Theo and I were left alone in the dining room. I took Theo and calmed him down. At first I didn’t understand what was going on. It then got my curiosity up, so I went upstairs to see my uncle and aunt. Their bedroom’s door wasn’t exactly closed, so I took a peek. What I found was, my lovely uncle abusing my aunt. All I saw was slapping and hitting. She was crying, but she couldn’t do anything. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, and all I see was hatred. He was totally a different person. At that time I realized that my uncle has been abusing my aunt for some time because there were many bruises on my aunt’s body.
That night I called my parents to pick me up the next morning. I didn’t tell them anything, but I said I need to go home. I was really scared of the situation, and wanted to leave that house soon. When I finally arrived home, I told my parents everything. They immediately phoned my aunt after I told them how my uncle was so abusive to her. My aunt finally confessed to my parents that she had been abused by my uncle for about a year. Two days ago she reported the case and filed a divorce, and my uncle was questioned by the police to give some explanation. I really hope that my uncle gets to learn a lesson.