I came home today and found the gate open. In my mind, for a Friday that 'seemed' fateful, I had thought that it was the usual. I had thought that my sister had just got home and had let the dogs out or my dad was doing his usual yard work.
In the few seconds that I had painted this imagery along w/ the clanking of my Friday beer bottles, I heard a giant voice in the far end. It was my mom yelling! A few verbal exchanges of my dad and her popped my typical Friday imagery and I knew something was not the 'norm'. I had thought, perhaps it was the usual disagreement, but it didn't seem that way.
When I walked further in, the patio was filled w/ water. It seemed like my folks were cleaning it, but the bigger issue arose just a few minutes later. I went in, progressed to do my usual weekly unwinding. Downstairs, I heard an exchange between my mom and sister. My mom wanted the dogs out of the house and didn't want them in anymore. My mom beckoned in a sorrowful and angered tone. My mom disliked the dogs being in the house and my sister's selfishness all these years finally created the most painful and heartbreaking scene ever. My legs were shaking, my head was spinning. I do not feel this way regularly, but it shook me. It traumatized me. As I furthered, I heard the loud and hurtful exchange.
With me trotting downstairs and my brother following behind, my mom commanded my sister to take the dogs out into the yard (as if she wanted us to hear). She no longer could tolerate the dogs being in the home, neither did I or anyone else except my sister. To say the least, the boiling point hit. My mom was just so tired of the years of hard work and the emotions exploded. It finally climaxed here, right now. In my life, I have never seen her like this. NEVER. She held the mop in one hand and approached my sister as my sister just would not yield anymore.
I knew my sister was spoiled, and I did not realize she would take it this far. She was saying very harsh things that added more hate and sadness into my mom. My mom approached my sister, thinking she could force her to take the dogs out, but my sister again was naive, selfish, and hard nosed. She would not bulge. She again continued her hurtful words and my mom continued to mix her anger and sadness in her retaliation. I have never seen, nor did I ever realize it would be like this. My grandma soon appeared out from her room. She tried to mediate, yet it was too late. She told everyone to just get the dogs out and to not fight over it, but the matches were lit and it seemed like a scene in the movies.
As the verbal commands no longer worked, my mother approached further to get the dogs out. Then the physical exchange occurred. My mom, w/ the mop in her hand was trying to get the dogs out. Yet, my sister grabbed it and pushed my mom aside. I could not believe it. Again, I told myself, I could not believe what has become of my sister. The hurtful words, the physical contacts my sister induced was making me boil. She seemed so steady, so unfazed, so steady.
As the confrontation got more physical, I clenched my fist and punched my sister in the face. She continued her disparaging and hurtful words as if my punch did nothing. I gave her another one. My hand connected real hard on the 2nd one and my mom and grandma became shocked and disbelieved what I had done. I was now being reprimanded for being physical. The 2nd swing made my sister retreat as she tended her wound. For that split second, my mom took down her guard and went to check on my sister. My sister shed a tear, but in the midst of it all I told her not to disrespect mom like that. I hope I got the point across.
I had thought the police would come as the ruckus we created was very loud. More so, I had thought my stupid sister would call the police. Nothing happened. I don't know if blood dripped but my hand started to swell up. Two knuckles are now inflamed. I suspect my sister would have hers.
It's a very unfortunate event, but it seemed arranged and a fateful one. I requested to leave early from work as well. It seemed like I was destined to be in this. It was time perhaps.. I don't feel too remorseful, but hindsight is 20/20. I am not a violent person, nor do I enjoy it. Hindsight told me to slap, instead of punch, but I just could not envision nor see my sister disrespecting my mom like that. She needed a lesson and this was one that was perhaps brought upon her from herself.
