Family cruelty

Family cruelty

I think this could be fun. Lets keep it out of family abuse stories. That is not fun and I for one have to many friends and family members to deal with that with. So lets keep them light any happy.

Mine: I was 6. My Mother’s 2 sisters [12 and 10] and my Dad’s Sister [10] always wanted me to be a girl. So they came up with the nick name Sally Ann. Well one day they were out visiting us and they called me in to the living room. They had gotten a shirt from my mother (one of the ones that holds the breast up with a different texture then the rest then blouses some are even dresses) and they wanted to put me in it. So here is one 6 year old by with 3 teenybopper girls. I just kept saying “No” as I fought back. Well when they were done the shirt was in peaces and they were all black and blue. That night at dinner my dad’s uncle [12] who was there and lived with us (my dad was not there) said he tried to tell them no and didn’t help because he know what would happen. That night I got up and Jumped on him were only a child would just. When asked why I said, “You didn’t help me” and I gave him the look of death.

My younger brother was a holy terror when we were growing up. He was constantly trying to provoke a fight -- and beating him up only made him more determined to try again. I didn't have the heart to really hurt him. All I wanted was to be left alone.

One day I barricaded myself in my room just to get away from him. Finding he couldn't get in, he went away... only to return with one of my Wonder Woman comic books, which he proceeded to slowly rip into pieces.

Well, the spirit of the Greek Furies descended upon me, and I came out of that room with murder in my heart. My macho, fight-loving brother got one look at my eyes and bolted in the opposite direction. I chased him completely out of the house, yelling at the top of my lungs.

And the funny part? As he fled down the road, my Mom appeared at my shoulder and started yelling at him to come back and take his medicine. She had never seen me that mad, and I guess she figured it was about time.

My brother never bullied me again, and we get along just fine now

When I was 8 years old we lived in New York. My grandparents lived in an apartment in Queens and had the worlds best 7th floor apartment. I would sit for hours in front of the window with my grandmother and watch everyone walking by.

One weekend, my family and my uncle's family spent the whole weekend at that apartment. I brought with me my favorite doll...my Lisa doll. She was the coolest ever! She was almost as tall as I was and if you held her hand while you walked, her feet moved and she "walked" with you. I used to take her everywhere. Well, in the middle of the night, my uncle thought it would be funny to play a joke on me. Let me just give you a quick background on my uncle...he had a German Shepard who he named Satan. Enough said

When i woke up the next morning...I couldn't find my Lisa doll. But I did see my Uncle, trying very hard not to laugh, standing by the window. And there is where I saw my Lisa doll. To my horror, my uncle had wrapped the cord of the blinds around the dolls neck and left her hanging there for me to find.

Ok, so it's funny as hell now but still

I also suffered from "tyranical little brother from hell" syndrome.
The little bastard bit me, broke my toys (He detusked my rubber walrus, made confetti out of my pinwheel, dismembered a doll and threw it over the fence, and put my plush beanbag frog on the stovetop and turned on the flame), and generally drove me crazy. Even when he was in his early teens he still threatened to punch me when he wanted his way (keep in mind I'm his sister here, not his brother).
Surprisingly, he's pretty mellow as an adult. He actually left Second Life after a few tries because Greifers kept bullying him!

My parents went to Reno for the weekend leaving me to watch my little brother when he was about 10. They had left us some snacks and the only thing I wanted was the pepperoni sticks. Well my brother wouldn't stop sneaking them and I was getting annoyed.
Later that evening I was out feeding my dog and opened a new bag of dog food. What was lying inside? Oh yessss a sample of Pupperoni dog snacks.
I quickly slid them out of the wrapper and went in and apologized to my brother profusely about what a brat I'd been hogging all the pepperoni sticks and told him he could have the rest. Ohhhh how I enjoyed watching him eat one by one and greatly enjoying those pupperoni dog snacks...
I'm not completely evil, I told him what they were as he was eating the last one.

-Sun