My sister used to hate me, like HATE ME. So one day im about 10 she's 12 and we get into an argument while home alone. I start to win said argument (I dont even remember what it was about) so she decides in a last ditch effort to get me into s**t, to take off her glasses, break them and then i s**t you not, she punches herself in the face many times. During this i say WTF are you doing cause shes acting like a crazy person. She says 'Just wait till dad finds out you beat me up'. My jaw drops. My ol' man gets home from work, turns into a he said she said, obviously he takes her side not thinking she is mental. My dad never hit me growing up but he did then. He wanted to make it clear that you NEVER hit a woman, which i never did and never will do. My dad and I had an awkward relationship after that until like 2 years ago (i'm now 20) my sister tells the real story and laughs it off. Me and the ol' man were NOT laughing she apologizes my dad apologizes. But i still to this day resent her for it... Ruined like 8 years of mine and my fathers relationship.
My brother stole tens of thousands dollars from my parents. Much of which when my dad was in the hospital from having a stroke and unaware. Stole my mom's car. Stole my car and wrecked it. Turned the house I rented for him so he could try to get on his feet into a literal opium den. Took advantage of any good thing anyone has ever done for him for years. Took the money my aunt gave him to buy a moped so he had some cheap transportation to get to his job... Quit his job and spent the money on crack. Nonstop lying, manipulation, etc for 20 years. Nowadays, almost no one in the family even answers his calls and no one trusts him at all and always assumes that whatever he says is a lie.
My sister totally alienated most of her family when she got married. My mom wasn't included in any of the wedding planning. That didn't stop her from expecting my mom to cough up several thousand dollars for the wedding. My sister is a b**ch.
My brother has been a serial liar/thief. It started with him stealing cd's and games from me when we were kids. It was at its worst when my grandparents invited him to live at their house so he could finish high school. He would steal their medications, tools, jewelry, and whatever else he could make money from. My grandparents kept giving him another chance, but he would just get worse. He kept stealing stuff, was doing drugs at the house, ran up pay-per-view porn bills, etc. I begged them to file charges when he stole their checkbook and wrote checks to himself, but they didn't. Now he's in his 30s, an alcoholic still living with my dad, and hasn't had a job since he was 17. I haven't had him over to my house in 12 years because he would steal shit out of my car. He regularly lies and steals. He'll call me up drunk to complain about how bad his life is and how I'm the one who was handed everything. I finally started hanging up on his ass. He was crying the other day that he has no life and I just told him I'm out of motivational speeches and pep talks. I don't know what to do anymore. But I can't let it continue negatively impacting my life when it's making no positive impact on his.
My brother and I went shopping at Target for our mom's birthday. I saw a necklace my mom had mentioned that she wanted to buy, and I told my brother I wish I could afford it. He pocketed the necklace and didn't even get caught. He gave it to my mom for her birthday, and my mom told him he was so thoughtful, as she gave me a scornful look like I was trash. I didn't want to ruin her birthday by telling her my brother stole the necklace, but a few years later, I did tell her and she didn't believe me.
We're all adults now, however the two who lived in the same town as my divorced, elderly,disabled mother didn't treat her right. One was very self centered with her own family, and my brother just couldn't handle it. She was over-medicated, diabetic, copd, and finally fell, breaking her back. I ended up taking her in with my family, helping her finalize this end stage of her life, and they don't have any appreciation for myself or even her for all she's done for them. I always told her " I don't care how they treat my Mom, I know how I will treat her." and followed through on my promises. I was never abused nor neglected, nor were they, in their life, by my mother. I say the best thing to happen to them will be that they get treated by their offspring the way they have treated their own mother, and there's a special place in hell for them. Worst is that the sibling with 4 kids doesn't facilitate them knowing their grandmother and doesn't even call. If mom had $$$, of course this one would have jumped through hoops to take control, but since no benefit for her, she just said "bye" and that's that. Bitter much? Yes, I am, as my family has made sacrifices daily to make this happen. But I don't let Mom know about them. All she knows is that she has a place to live comfortably and she will have comfort care here as long as I can give it.
You know how when you lose an eyelash some people say you can make a wish off of it? Well my brother taught me that your wish would only come true if you ate it. Yep, my brother made me eat my own eyelashes.
I was probably in 3rd grade at the time and didn't realize that this was not normal until about middle school when one of my friend's lost an eyelash and every told her to make a wish, and I shout out "and then eat it!!" Everyone looked at me like a was a freak.
When I got home I yelled at my brother. Turns out he didn't even remember playing the trick on me. He loves that he made me eat my own eyelashes for about 4 or 5 years. Do you know how hard it is to eat an eyelash? It's really hard.
This is now one of my brother's favorite stories to tell. So much so that my friends even tell it to their families. I do not think it's a funny story at all.
My sister slept with my ex husband. Before we married and for the first few years of our marriage. I didn't find out for years. Also found out my parents knew about it but didn't want to tell me. They were worried I would fight with her.
Also I broke my foot and called from the hospital at 4 am for a ride home. They took the phone off the hook so I didn't keep bugging them.
My sister stole my completely customized BMX bike that I had built painstakingly, piece by piece, with money earned on my paper route. She rode it to school so she wouldn't be late and didn't bother to lock it up. It was stolen before lunchtime. She was completely unapologetic and threatened me with blackmail (about me stealing cheese from the supermarket) if I told mom. Still haven't forgiven her over 20 years later.
He was actually a great kid. He did karate, and was on the national team. After he got closer with a cousin of ours, he got him in to all wrong circles of people. He eventually started using drugs. Heavy ones. And started working for the mafia. He told me he used to "silence" people for money. And that's what he did. He shot a guy, for money. He eventually got threatened himself, and as a result of that turned himself in, but because he cooperated he wasn't sentenced. He went away for 4 months, and afterwards got clean. He's now a father of two wonderful kids, and is married.
I know it sounds weird, but knowing that he is the reason someones dead, does not make me see him any different. I love him just the same. He is not a bad man.