Evil Brother

I think my eldest brother, jerk face, was psycho when I was growing up. Either that, or he hated his little sister and wanted her dead so he could be the center of attention again.

I was 18 months younger than him and he began torturing me at a young age. I remember him beating me up, which is fine because I was never afraid of a good fight since fighting him made me so strong.

Sibling rivalry is normal and all so I get that but...

Jerk face did some crazy mean things.

One time I let him bury me in the sandbox. I so wanted him to like me that I did most things he told me to. Well after I was completely buried up to my head with no means of escape he began the torture. No he did not leave me there to rot, or get sunburned. I knew you were thinking that.

He took a big shovel and put it down by where my feet might have been and said, "tell me when I chop off a toe." Then jumped on the shovel, driving it down through the sand. Luckily it missed my toe. But he did not stop. He inched it closer and said "tell me when I chop off a toe." and jumped again. I was screaming NO and wishing he would stop before he did actually chop off a toe. It was on his fifth attempt that he cut my toe off. Not the whole toe, just the tip, there was blood and I was screaming. He took me inside, rinsed it off and put on a band aid. He told me not to tell my parents or I would get into trouble. I never did. I have a pretty cool scar on the tip of my right big toe

I did tell my parents about all his torture tactics when I was a grown up and they were shocked.

Here is another one....

Jerk face and I used to play this game where we could not touch the ground in the house. So we would jump from furniture so as not to touch the carpet. We would do a kind of follow the leader type of game. Well we were on one edge of the couch and he was leading, he told me to cross my arms and fall straight down on the couch. He said I had to go first.

I did, and came up screaming, there was a pair of scissors sticking out of my thigh. He had put them there to see what would happen if If I feel on them. They were in a good inch. I was wearing shorts and once again a lot of blood when he pulled them out.

He told me I was going to be in so much trouble if my parents found out that we were jumping on the couch. He bandaged me up and had me put on long pants. Once again my parents never found out.

So psycho don't you think? I do.

Now that we are older, he and I have talked about what he did to me, and he has apologized and we are great friends now. He turned into a successful, rich, happy man with a great family and a super career.

Strange huh. After those stories you would think he would have ended up in jail or a mental hospital, but he turned out OK. And so did I. Just goes to show that sibling rivalry is completely normal.