Growing up I was both physically and emotionally abused and as was my sibling but I always seemed to get the worst end of the stick. For our chores over the summer we had to clean and scrub the large dog feeders in the back yard (in 90°+ heat) before we could go back in the cool basement. I had done mine and went to play my sister later joined me so I figured she did hers as well. Turns out she never did hers and left it to bake in the sun. My mom saw this and no asked who did it and my sister said I never did mine. When I tried to fight back I was a ked which one, and I couldn't remember. I was called a liar, lazy, you name it. When I did her chore I was upset and asked why she did that and she just said "I'm mom's favorite".

Years later now that we're both adults she is still horrible to anyone she says annoys her. During her most recent tantrum she called me lazy because I didn't wake up at 7 am (I worked until midnight the night before) so I told her she was being a cunt. She threw a fit over that and said she would stab me and didn't care if I bled to death. After going back upstairs to text our dad to tell him how nasty I was to her she came down and told me that I was an emotionally disturbed psychopath.