Okay brothers, there's something I have to get off my chest.
Growing up, my sister was always a domineering force.
Even as a young child, she was clearly the faviored sibling, screaming and throwing tantrums to get her way while my brother and I would get our asses whooped for similar behavior.
For a time, I thought this behavior would pass.
But much to my chagrin, it only got worse as time went on.
As she got older, my sister progressed from simply screaming to issuing orders, to demanding everything from my parents and getting it all.
On one occasion, my mom dared rebel against one of her requests.
In exchange, my sister threatened to hit her with a hammer.
"I can call the cops on you!" my mom said.
"LOL" replied my sister, "you'll be the one getting taken away for child abuse when they find out that you never bought me the food I wanted!"
Things went on like this for years.
There was even a time when I thought there was a chance of things improving; when she hit her HS years, my sister got a BF, and moved out with him.
But alas, she ballooned up, and when her fattitude became too much, her BF kicked her to the curb.
After the breakup, my sister showed a new determination I'd never seen before.
She was mad, fat, and bent on revenge.
She had a new determination to dominate and control everyone in her life, the likes of which I'd never seen before.
There were times when, after being forced to drive her around all day, I'd suggest she'd gone too far.
But it was no use.
All day, she'd have her friends on the phone, telling her "you go girl" and otherwise encouraging her buff, masculine, bulldog-like behavior.
Then, things started to get bad.
The terminal decline started when she went to college.
Initially, she wanted to be an engineering major; but when she realized that she had no useful skills in life, did she drop out and take up a respectable job waitressing?
No, she enrolled in a women's studies program.
From that point on, all was lost.
Her domineering presence was suddenly bolstered with reassurances that she was "oppressed" and a "victim." Now, instead of just ordering her parents and siblings to do things for her, she would threaten them with legal action if they did not!
Naturally, with this behavioral shift, came the physical shift.
Within a year of becoming a feminazi major, she had donnned the Skrillex hair cut along with several tats, learned German and acquired a membership in a heavy-weights-only gym. Suddenly, she looked not like a woman at all, but like a buff as fuck, masculine dude.
Now, her power has been solidified.
Anyone who dares oppose her faces a severe beating, threatened not only by her large muscles, but also the threat that "you hit a woman you get a whoopin'"
Indeed, it is like a Nazi-like force has taken over my home. When she and her other feminazi friends come over, drink and start belting songs, a thunderous roar that can only be compared to a third reich war chant fills the room.
This is what I deal with every day.
Will I ever escape this fate?
I doubt it.
The economy has hit me hard, and in so many ways, moving away from my parents' home simply does not seem like an option.
For now, at least, I must accept that my feminazi sister is unstoppable.
Growing up, my sister was always a domineering force.
Even as a young child, she was clearly the faviored sibling, screaming and throwing tantrums to get her way while my brother and I would get our asses whooped for similar behavior.
For a time, I thought this behavior would pass.
But much to my chagrin, it only got worse as time went on.
As she got older, my sister progressed from simply screaming to issuing orders, to demanding everything from my parents and getting it all.
On one occasion, my mom dared rebel against one of her requests.
In exchange, my sister threatened to hit her with a hammer.
"I can call the cops on you!" my mom said.
"LOL" replied my sister, "you'll be the one getting taken away for child abuse when they find out that you never bought me the food I wanted!"
Things went on like this for years.
There was even a time when I thought there was a chance of things improving; when she hit her HS years, my sister got a BF, and moved out with him.
But alas, she ballooned up, and when her fattitude became too much, her BF kicked her to the curb.
After the breakup, my sister showed a new determination I'd never seen before.
She was mad, fat, and bent on revenge.
She had a new determination to dominate and control everyone in her life, the likes of which I'd never seen before.
There were times when, after being forced to drive her around all day, I'd suggest she'd gone too far.
But it was no use.
All day, she'd have her friends on the phone, telling her "you go girl" and otherwise encouraging her buff, masculine, bulldog-like behavior.
Then, things started to get bad.
The terminal decline started when she went to college.
Initially, she wanted to be an engineering major; but when she realized that she had no useful skills in life, did she drop out and take up a respectable job waitressing?
No, she enrolled in a women's studies program.
From that point on, all was lost.
Her domineering presence was suddenly bolstered with reassurances that she was "oppressed" and a "victim." Now, instead of just ordering her parents and siblings to do things for her, she would threaten them with legal action if they did not!
Naturally, with this behavioral shift, came the physical shift.
Within a year of becoming a feminazi major, she had donnned the Skrillex hair cut along with several tats, learned German and acquired a membership in a heavy-weights-only gym. Suddenly, she looked not like a woman at all, but like a buff as fuck, masculine dude.
Now, her power has been solidified.
Anyone who dares oppose her faces a severe beating, threatened not only by her large muscles, but also the threat that "you hit a woman you get a whoopin'"
Indeed, it is like a Nazi-like force has taken over my home. When she and her other feminazi friends come over, drink and start belting songs, a thunderous roar that can only be compared to a third reich war chant fills the room.
This is what I deal with every day.
Will I ever escape this fate?
I doubt it.
The economy has hit me hard, and in so many ways, moving away from my parents' home simply does not seem like an option.
For now, at least, I must accept that my feminazi sister is unstoppable.
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