this is who I am now
I'll go first;
My husband and I were sleeping 
over at my mom's house 
a few months ago because we needed to watch 
my youngest siblings for a few days while she was in another state 
saying her goodbyes her her dying 
brother 
We didn't mind and opted to sleep 
on the couch 
because there 
was enough 
room for us both to sleep together.
I was barely awake when my sister 
came home, she's a college 
dropout and a stoner.
She sat in the dining room across from the living 
room and said:
"Hey LilMarsey are you awake?"
"Trying not to be, why?"
"Could you get my weed and pipe so I can smoke? It's in my car and I forgot it"
".... Why?" At this point 
I'm sitting 
up just staring 
at her like:
"Because I just sat down."
"Well I'm trying to go to sleep, besides I'm not gonna 
touch 
it."
I laid back down and rolled over and she huffs and asks
"do you not touch the spoons in your house, just because there's the chance someone used them to do drugs?"
I rolled back over and just looked at her:
And she said with a huff
"Well?"
I just rolled back over and heard 
her sigh before 
getting up WALKING 
OUT THE DOOR and getting her weed.
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My brother is a year and a half younger than me. We were close but very different growing up, and he's always been favored by both parents because I was a rowdy kid. Anyway, the dude went to college, moved back into my parents house (I was living there, too, to save for an apartment), and was drinking heavily from a very heavy Patriots collectors mug. He saw me tap one of the family dogs harshly on the nose to help train the dog to learn not to jump on me.... out of nowhere my little brother screams, "WTF ARE YOU DOING TO MY DOG?!" And the heavy mug collided with my upper left arm. Then he punched that same area, then grabbed my shoulders and slammed me backwards onto the tile flooring, giving me a concussion.
My loving parents watched some of what happened. I was immediately disarmed of my phone (luckily I got it back to take pictures of the extensive bruising) and placed under 2 meal a day quarantine until the bruises were not as huge and "my brother calmed down," because that had SCARED him!
anyway, he's forced to speak to me again after all these years, and he socializes like an neurodivergent. I would pity him if he weren't making 3x my pay
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Darn, you're really mad over this, but thanks for the effort you put into typing that all out! Sadly I won't read it all.
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I'm not mad, there are just lots of details hun
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Darn that sounds so much like my sister. She has a big dog who was pretty
rowdy when I first 
met him
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My parents had just adopted 3 dogs and I know how to train animals, I was just doing my job to make the dogs behave
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