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A girl at work was talking about marriage and asked would I ever do it again. I had to say I would'nt, couldn't imagine being able to do it over again. Then we started to talk about family and I admitted that my brothers used to beat the bejesus outta me until I retaliated. It was the night before I got married. My brothers were in the kitchen and my dad asked me to make him a cup of tea, white two sweetners. But there was nothing sweet about my two brothers watching me boil the kettle. The eldest boy watched me and did a running commentary, ' she's only in here to eeriwig (listen) to what we're talking about'. I remember pretending not to hear him as he gee'd my other brother up, I made the tea and carried it to my dad who was waiting in his high chair like a baby in the living room. I had went from being terrified of him to being terrified by his sons. I don't know what he thought when he listened to the sounds of my brother kicking and punching me in the hallway. I do remember that I was hormonal and for the first time in my life, I fought back. It was like waking from a dream when I looked down on my brother and realised I had my foot on his throat, His throat The karate, swearing loud mouth. I remember shaking and crying and we both hugged each other as I apologised, but the eldest brother never showed his face. The next morning I married a man that they both feared, and, so did I. |
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Posted by tiente on 2008-06-16 18:19:42 | Rating: | Views: 51
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wow
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Posted by lostarm
on 2008-06-16 19:11:15
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