...ME (WOTW Group Activity - An Important Day In My Life) My sister and I were always fighting. Always!!! I don't mean the usual sibling stuff. I mean verbal abuse and sometimes physical abuse. We had the usual sibling stuff but that later is what dominated our relationship. I rarely fought back. I was one of those children who loved everyone for who they were and couldn't hurt someone I loved no matter how much they hurt me. The closest I came to defending myself while being hit and kicked (she loved kicking my shins) was to claw her with my nails. To this day I can have my nails as short as they can get and I can still claw the hell out of someone.
One day I had enough. I was a teenager now and I wasn't going to take it anymore. My sister was living nearby (in her early 20's) and she stopped by for some reason. I think she wanted to borrow something but, I don't remember for sure. Long story short, we got in a fight. It was just verbal to start with. She was standing at the door and I was in the living room. Towards the end she started to walk out the door as if she was leaving. I went to the kitchen to fill my glass of water (I love water). I guess the fight wasn't over.
Here she came up behind me and grabbed my hair pulling me down. I of course dropped my glass of water on the counter and it spilled everywhere. Out of the blue my instinct kicked in. I was going to fight back this time (I had never been in any fight before besides taking her s**t). I grabber her hair and here we were opposite hands yanking out eachothers hair. I am sure it looked hilarious from the outside looking in. I started punching her arm! I don't know where that came from. I hit and hit and hit. My father heard the fight from the back of the house and he pulled us apart.
She pretended to leave again. I filled my glass
again and began to walk through the living room towards my bedroom. Here she came, her foot to my thigh, almost knocking me over. My father was near by and they began arguing. The fight between her and I was over.
My mother calls me from downstairs (she worked downstairs from our home). She ranting about how my sisters arm is extremely red and wanting to know what I did to her. Ha Ha Ha! Role reversal to its finest. It was always what did my sister do to me!
At any rate, the point to the story is... ...She never touched me again!!!
We have our arguments still but, never did she hit or kick me after that. We have since reconciled. I am sure we will have our little tiffs once in awhile. I don't expect them to ever be like they were when we were children. Thank God for therapy and medication! I don't expect that kind of anger from her now.