So, today is Valentine's Day. And what a day it's been! First, I wake up and use my new makeup so I can look somewhat pretty for any random pictures. Then the doorbell rings and James walks in with a white teddy bear. How cute!
After school, James and I wanted to watch some movies that we rented Saturday. But Jim had decided otherwise. He wanted us to go to a farm and open bread for the farmer to feed to his deer. Let's just say I got angry.
While in my rage, I had a rational thought. I noticed something about my sisters and I that I'd never noticed before in my entire life. I suddenly realized a pattern in my sisters' reactions when things don't go our way.
Betrenna reacts by using the guilt trip. She cries until she gets her way, and she can cry a lot. She'll say how stressed she is and how we just make her life a living hell when we ask her to pick up her clothes.
Hayley reacts by using her charm. She is the true definition of a Daddy's girl, and she knows it. It can be useful when we want a favor, but terrible when I'm there when she gets caught. Guess who gets in trouble??
Finally, me. I react with anger, violence, and rage. I have a history of beating kids up, and swearing up a storm when I get really angry. It's been my coping skill my whole life. Terrible, I know. But effective. When Betrenna doesn't pick her dirty clothes up, I blow up; when Jim wants me to do bread on V-Day, I flip. It's what I do.
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