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.