My life has been rough. I've had many falling outs with people, but there's one person in particular that will never have a good relationship with me. That would be my sister.
Ever since I was little my sister definitely had two different personalities. Sometimes she would love having me around, and others she would want me dead. She would beat me up on the daily and somehow our parents always took her side. She would get out of any situation with a slap on the wrist while my entire world was crumbling down.
She always acted like she wanted the best for me, then cuss me out in her dreams. It was weird having someone that loves you and hates you at the same time. I'm autistic, so it was very confusing to me living with her.
She always wanted to know more about my life, but then use any little thing to blackmail me. It was annoying and I was fed up with it. I still have PTSD from when she and my dad would fight. She would threaten to call CPS and I would wonder if my parents would be taken away from me. When I was twelve, it would keep me up at night.
She would act like she was a princess, and I was the lowly maid who was meant to serve her. If I didn't help, she would do any number of things to scare me into doing whatever she wanted. The pain of even being near her was like a burning pit in my stomach.
There are some stories I've suppressed, and I should probably let them out before they continue eating up my existence.
One of them was when I was 10. We shred a room at that point, and she had just had a huge blowup fight with my dad. I was sitting on my bed and drawing when she came into the room. She just about shouted at me to get out, and when I did she slammed the door behind me. The problem was that my finger had gotten caught in the door. I had to go to the ER because it was broken pretty bad.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3siuBol9o
Another time was when I was 9. I was doing work at home because there was a hurricane that day. My sister had a HUGE argument with my dad and said she was going to call the cops. Me and my two other siblings spent a good 20 minutes crying because we thought that our dad was going to be taken away.
My sister has been a huge influence on my life, and I'm still trying to cope with the damages she did. I cut contact with her, and I don't even know if it was out of fear or anger. Either way, I don't cherish any memories that have her in them anymore. All it does is give me even more trauma than before. I hope that none of you relate to this, as it can be very detrimental to your life.
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