Nevercutyourbeautiful's Challenge
Okay, so I don't necessarily have a normal bully per se, and I only very recently started seeing him as a bully, because he's my brother. Up until the beginning of this year, I thought my brother was just in a phase he would grow out of. He would push me, and pretend he bumped into me on accident. He would make these snide little comments that might not be considered as such, had he not said them the way he did, and vice versa. You could always tell he was implying something bad about me. Even though he's my little brother, he tried to make me do stuff like I was his slave, and when I wouldn't do something, he would make me feel bad. He would criticize my choices of clothing, my morals, my favorite bands. If one of the bands I talked about was atheist, he would try to make me feel bad about listening to them. We got into a few physical altercations over the years, but none so bad as the ones this year. The most recent one was, in my opinion, the worst. He was borrowing my phone so he could talk to our grandma, but the line cut off, and he wouldn't give me my phone back. After a few times of asking him nicely, I got up and tried to get the phone out from behind him. He pushed me away, so I pulled him off of the couch and got my phone, throwing it onto the chair. He pushed me again, so we got into a huge fight. I shoved his face into the floor and when I let go, he was gasping and I thought that I had seriously hurt him, and I was apologizing like my life depended on it. He got up, obviously fine, and started yelling at me to go to my room. I told him not to tell me what to do, and he said that he could do whatever he wanted and called me fat, even though he knew that I had been trying hard to lose weight. I punched him, and he fell down. I started apologizing again, still scared that I had hurt him. I finally went back to my room, after realizing that he was okay and seriously angry. From my room, I heard him say that I was gonna go to Hell. That was when I started crying. I spent the next hour and a half crying my eyes out. I called my dad to ask him if I could call my mom to have her come and pick me up and take me back to her house, even though I was supposed to be at my dad's that night. He said no, because we were there with my dad's girlfriend's two kids, one ten and the other eight, both considerably younger, and he didn't want to leave the three of them alone. He came home about an hour later, and after sharing both sides of the stories, BOTH of us ended up getting grounded. I don't see his logic in this, but both of our groundings were lifted. That was about a month ago, and it's gotten a little better since then, but I can see Logan going back to the way he was. I knew it wouldn't last long, because it never does.
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