Don’t be a debate pervert. Go learn about mutual respect.
I mean my older brother once used me as a human dartboard and left me with tiny holes in my stomach…another time he put bottle rockets in my shoes and tried to launch me away because he didn’t want me anymore.
I was like 3.
We’re adults now and I still love that asshole, so I’m just saying…siblings are a whole nother level. lol
How many siblings do you have or did you grow up with?
Doesn’t matter how many siblings I’ve had, how many kids I’ve raised, or how long I’ve worked in environments where people talk rough.
Don’t be a debate pervert. Go learn about mutual respect.
I mean my older brother once used me as a human dartboard and left me with tiny holes in my stomach…another time he put bottle rockets in my shoes and tried to launch me away because he didn’t want me anymore.
I was like 3.
We’re adults now and I still love that asshole, so I’m just saying…siblings are a whole nother level. lol
“I am too abused to recognize abuse lol” ok bud maybe you need to reflect about your childhood with a therapist.
And you think that proves that some families aren’t less afraid of simple words, how exactly?
All you’ve done is demonstrate when your siblings try to kill you, being called a pussy isn’t a big deal at all, lmao
You were three, how old was he? Because bottle rockets to launch you away sounds like cartoon logic.
The dartboard thing is just bonkers.
I’m a middle child and we’re two years apart, he was 5 and I was still in a high chair.
We didn’t enjoy much parental supervision growing up below the poverty line in the us south, especially around 12 when our parents got divorced.
But we’ve always at least had each other despite the occasional chaos leaking into our actions.