Truth with Siblings
I grew up with two younger sisters whom I tried the best I could to help raise. I would never had chosen to do that but our family was highly dysfunctional.
When we all became teenagers, they could be very cruel to me. They would show up at our house with some friends showing off by teasing me. Twice I got into a physical altercation with one of my sisters. I had no idea I had so much anger stored up inside me.
I had to keep quiet about being raped to keep my family safe. But at what toll did that take on my relationship with my siblings?
Did that mean I would tolerate being told what to do by them for the rest of my life? Not anymore.
Does that mean I can truly be friends with them if they can't see past themselves for an instant? Only time will tell.