My Relatives' Dirty Little Secret

This past weekend was my cousin Ryan’s housewarming party. We were all set to go until I found that a certain person was there and we canceled at the last minute. Let me explain.
You see, my family is hiding a dirty little secret. One of my paternal uncles is a child molester. He molested my cousin when she was but a young girl. And he molested my sister as well, albeit she was older at the time of the incident. While I am angry at everything that has transpired, what makes me livid is the almost nonchalant attitude adopted by my relatives. My aunt, his sister, casually explained the behavior this way: “Well, you know, when your uncle gets horny, he doesn’t really discriminate as to the person.” How’s that for twisted logic? I also later found out that my cousin (the victim) actually confided in this same aunt and she did absolutely nothing. Such is the pervasive hypocrisy and lack of integrity that define my relatives.
They better be thanking their lucky stars that I am in no condition to take action because I am still seething over this matter. The freak got away with it and my relatives have been so kind as to protect him and his wife.
My only consolation is that someday he will have to answer to God and let’s see him lie his way out of that.