I have to apologize to everybody.
Some of you already know that I live close to family and go over to their house often to take care of things that just need to be done. My sister is amongst the people that live over there and that relies on me some.
Yesterday evening, I had to leave girltime in a hurry because I had a phone call telling me that my sister was having seizures that seemed to have been caused by stress from an argument between her and her boyfriend (her boyfriend is exceedingly creepy and has a bad attitude and my sister is epileptic). So I logged off without saying anything and ran to her house. When I got there, her boyfriend and her were still fighting, even though she'd had a seizure. Well, I couldn't really do much and I didn't want to leave her there by herself because I don't trust her boyfriend and I didn't really want her to have another seizure. So as I'm sitting there, watching the whole thing unfold, her boyfriend takes off down the road and my sister decides we need to leave so she can chill out. So we decide to go for a drive.
We get into the truck and drove a little ways, then decided to go back to her house. Well, on our way back up the hill, we saw her boyfriend up the road and as we approached, he got the biggest rocks possible and started hurling them at us. Of course, I had to stop the truck because it was a narrow dirt road. My sister, being all distraught, and telling me how he'd never hurt her and how she loved him and just didn't want him to leave her, decided this was a good time to get out of the truck and start yelling to him how he loved her as he threw more rocks at us. The whole scene was beginning to resemble the redneck version of a scene from the TV series COPS (while I don't watch TV, I have seen enough of it to know about that particular show). Since my sister is out there yelling and rocks are flying her direction, I decide to get out of the truck to try to convince her to get back in the truck and to ask a person watching from the bushes in a nearby yard if I can borrow their phone. Finally succeeding, I tell her we're going to go find some help.
At that moment, her boyfriend tells her that if someone calls the cops, he's going to leave her. Now, I have been in her shoes. I know what she's going through. I understand what was going through her head and I knew what was coming and that there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. I have been in an abusive relationship before and I was a peer counselor (I'm still certified) for abuse victims for two years. I've seen it happen hundreds of times. I know what comes next - she doesn't want to lose him. Commence turbulent reparation processes. My sister tells the dismayed bystander not to call the cops and starts bawling about how much she loves her boyfriend again. The boyfriend then decides that he's going to get in the back of the truck and that we're supposed to drive him back home.
Well, this guy was just doing something that could have killed someone or seriously hurt them, so I didn't want him in the truck. At this point, I was not a happy camper. Now, normally I'm a very mellow person. I tend to try to be rational and I don't throw tantrums or get dramatic or make scenes. But this seemed to be the breaking point. My sister may be rather dysfunctional and she might be immature, but you don't hurt her. It is just something YOU. DON'T. DO! That's my sister. I've helped raise her since she was five. So, I got back out of the truck and walked around and looked up at her boyfriend sitting in the back of the truck. He started yelling at me about minding my own business.
"MIND MY OWN BUSINESS?! This was my business the moment I was called over! Don't fuck with my sister!" (Yes, I have a potty mouth and, yes, I made that ironic statement to him.) "She is not a piece of property, she is not a target and she is not yours to boss around."
He took a couple steps towards my sister, so I stepped towards him. Now, I should note, I don't really know what I was going to do if he tried to hurt her or I. I did take kickboxing more than a decade ago but I stopped because I felt guilty for accidentally hurting someone. I am pretty buff from dancing and exercise, but that doesn't mean I would be a very good defense for either myself or my sister. However, in that moment, I wasn't about to let him do anything to my sister without dealing with me first. So I stepped towards him more. The guy is slightly bigger than me and is well toned. He lifts weights all the time. He has been to prison before, but I don't know what he was in prison for. I think it might have been burglary. He looked at me for a moment and hesitated. I thought he was going to come after me and I thought I was ready for him (did I mention I wasn't thinking rationally? In situations like this, I'm normally the pacifist. I might think I want to do something, but I'm generally too passive to actually carry it out.)
He turned and ran, yelling, "COME GET ME, BITCH!"
I don't know why or if he really thought I would chase him. The whole point of me being aggressive was to protect my sister, if he's running, why the hell would I follow?
So I got my sister home, but he showed up very shortly after. The next scene was still right in line with what you might see on the COPS show, except, no arrest was made, no charges were filed, and I was still pissed as hell. My sister told the police that they were fighting and that he was throwing rocks at the hill, not at us. He, of course, verified the story. My story was different than theirs. The police talked to each of us, but didn't give me as much time as they gave my sister and her boyfriend. I heard most of my sister's statement that they got from her because she was the last person they talked to. As they were leaving, I told them that her story wasn't true and one of the cops turned to me and said, "of course it isn't true, if we thought it was, we wouldn't be here."
I've heard that before when dealing with other women in abusive situations where the police have been brought in, but usually it is over a phone after I've been counseling them. When it was my sister and I had to see it first hand, it hit me even harder.
And that is why I left in a rush yesterday and why I was gone the rest of the night. Sorry if I left you all hanging.
Now that I've typed this all out, I feel a lot better.
*kisses*