My cousin Joey is in his early 30s. Every since I was a little girl, he was a real jerk to me. He called me fat, stupid, he’d yell at me, call me names, anything he could do to make me feel like I was nothing. When I was younger, I’d let it pass. I was a kid and he’s a lot older than me so I was scared.
About 5 or 6 years ago, I started fighting back. He picked on my brother too, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was with me. My mom tried talking to him and telling him to back off, which he never did. Eventually she just told us to steer clear of the guy.
So we did.
Last night, I had a scary migraine. One of the ones where I was afraid to close my eyes, fearing I’d never wake up again. Joey has a really loud voice, so I politely asked him to lower it because I had a migraine. He said, “Fuck you, I’ll do what I want WHEN I want.” Instead of arguing with the guy, I SKIPPED DINNER and went upstairs to lie down in the dark. I missed christmas dinner because of that asshole. And that’s not even the worst part.
Later I was feeling a tad better, but not 100%. I was playing a board game with everyone and Joey joined. I stayed. He was reading our the question (quietly) so I asked him to speak up a little and he started bitching me out. He flipped his shit and yelled and decided he hated me and was sick of me. What did I do? NOTHING. I did fucking NOTHING and he started flipping his shit. And people DEFENDED him. I walked away in tears, figuring everyone would drop it and I wouldn’t ruin everyones christmas. It didn’t stop there.
Everyone ganged up against me and defended Joey.
I hate him. I hate how mean he is to everyone and I hate how everyone makes excuses for him and defends him. I cried for over an hour. Wracking sobs.
I ruined everyones christmas.
And I feel awful about it.
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