Hey Pandas, What Is The Worst Experience You’ve Had With A Sibling Or A Friend
The worst experience I’ve had is sister fights. My twin and I have these massive fights and she’s been getting much stronger and more dangerous. There was this one time when she threw an air hockey puck at my eye because I was winning. Got my eye scraped.
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In preschool, one of my best "friends" got angry at me for using the wooden building blocks (like, first of all, who trusts preschoolers with wooden blocks???) instead of giving them all to her, and bonked me on the head. Turns out it wasn't just a bonk. She almost gave me a concussion, and my head was bleeding. I was a preschooler. A. Preschooler.
Sibling's love is so precious! A broken jaw with multiples mandibular fractures, surgery, fixation wires for a month eating only liquid through a straw. Then when they removed the wires i screamed during half an hour because i got ehlers danlos syndrom and some anesthetics don't work on me. Siblings love!
my brother tried to commit suicide twice and i have had to go live in Utah for 3 months in a small studio apartment while he stayed at a mental facility, he still refuses to go to school, oh, he's also only 10
I have 3, 2 with my sibling, and one with a 'friend'. ~SIBLING~#1 she once smashed my face in a glass table and....yea...uh...I cut my eye open...#2sh once told me that everything was fine in her life until I can along, which was true....~'FRIEND'~ a 'friend' once tripped me in front of my 'crush' and I fell and he laughed at me O//O so...yea...
I had a friend who used to check my arms for cuts, which you might think is sweet but she was hella abusive when she found some. she once beat me with one of those chain necklaces, she punched me, and one time she dragged me over to some random person in the bathroom and exposed me. I had to sit with that kid every day because I was friends with his friends. Worst part? she was a cutter too and frequently relapsed herself. I was 14.
I secretly called child services on a friend for suspected munchausen by proxy on her 7 year old son. Many of us were suspecting it but I was the one who made the phone call. She lost custody of her son, got no prison time but instead court-ordered therapy. After she moved away, I heard she got married and had another kid. I know making that phone call was the right thing to do but I have horrible guilt about her son being placed in the system and bounced around in foster care.
i spent 30 WHOLE FRIKIN MINUTES Working no, perfecting my Christmas paper snowflake and my brother ripped it up i worked so hard i burst into tears kinda lame compared to the other ones but i still worked on it FOR 30 MINUTES
I had a friend at work who did the same job as me in another nearby office, and we got along famously. During the Great Recession, our company was combining offices and doing some brutal layoffs. Eventually the company went nasty and started trumping up performance issues and terminating employees for cause -- these were good employees who had been there for years without a single poor review. My friend and I were becoming redundant, so we knew that eventually one of us may very well get laid off, and she told me straight to my face that she hoped I was the one who took the fall. I told her that wasn't funny, because my husband had been laid off and we had a house and family to support on just my income. I dismissed it as an outburst because we were all under a lot of stress at the time. Eventually the company did fire me on the spot for an infraction that I didn't commit, without giving me a chance to defend myself or even ask why they were firing me. A month later I had a hearing with unemployment and the HR rep for the company stated that my friend (yes, they gave her name) had told them that I had committed this infraction to company policy. I hadn't done it. She had just thrown me (and my family) under the bus to save her job.
I was at lunch yesterday and I told her I was quite because of childhood trauma, and she said that her trauma was worst and just acted like my trauma didn't matter. I'm quite because I don't want to say something that makes my friends not like me anymore, I cling to my friends because I don't want to lose them. I spend every day wondering if my friends like me. So yeah that was not fun.
Won't talk about my childhood so we'll do friend.
As an adult I had 1 friend that was very abusive and I didn't realize how toxic that friendship was until I got out of it. I don't like hearing people say 'oh I'd never get into an abusive relationship, I wouldn't let my spouse or significant other hit me, etc.' y'all know what I'm talking about. I don't like that because anyone can be put into that position and not realize until it's to late.
I had a friend. We'll call her Lucy. Lucy and I didn't hang out a lot at first but we started becoming better friends so I came over more. She didn't drive, didn't work, stayed at home or went out with her family but that was it. Lucy had a boyfriend who I knew well too. Anyway Lucy's boyfriend got me an interview where he worked, I got the job but both he and Lucy told me they got me the job so now I had a regular schedule I needed to come by at least once a week.
I had 1 day every week I had to go spend over there, 3 days a week minimum I was supposed to 'pop in we barley see you', I was taking care of my Mom and if she needed me I basically got chewed out, cried on, told I wasn't being fair to her (Lucy), called a bad friend, etc. Please understand that most of this wasn't blatantly stated, that's just the gist of it. I was also exhausted from taking care of my mom full time, working a full time job, and meeting Lucy's demands.
I have a limit for how much I'll take from anyone even family. It's higher the longer I know you, especially if you're going through stuff which Lucy and her boyfriend were. She didn't work for a reason and then she had a baby which was..fun. When you reach that limit or surpass it though I'm done.
I reached my limit from her because she got furious with me for wanting to find out if I have the disease my mom had. Threw a fit because 'I don't understand why you need to know what difference does it make'. When I got the appointment for my results it was scheduled for the day after her birthday. I told her 3 months in advance that I wasn't going to make her birthday and Panda's that when she lost it and told me I wasn't a friend because I was chosing finding out if I was going to have a disease that would one day kill me over going to her birthday. Told me I needed to make the 'right decision' and that she wouldn't tell anyone else about this little talk.
I didn't make her birthday. I told her, repeatedly, I was going to make it, tried to find ways to make it up to her, and she told everyone I told her the day of her birthday party that I wasn't coming because I had a thing the next day. I found that out later though.
I get my results, which were positive, sent her a message like I did everyone else and her response was 'Oh, okay' nothing else. I had to process everything and kinda had a little melt down the first week. I had called into work and taken time off so I could wrap my head around it, and then I missed our 'Scheduled' day. She calls me up and proceeds to rip me a new one while telling me I'm being a terrible and selfish person who ruined her birthday. It wasn't her fault I did this to myself so why was I hurting her...it got bad. She smashed through the high bar of crap I was willing to take. Later that day I sent her a text, then blocked her on everything, blocked her family, blocked her boyfriend. One of our mutual friends called me up and we had a heart to heart, came over to comfort me. He really doesn't talk to Lucy anymore but he's one of the 4 people who told me the truth about what she was telling everyone.
There was a lot of stuff that happened that I'm not even covering here and it took me looking back on our friendship to realize how abusive and toxic it had been.
my friend dropped me on my back and i passed out for 13 hours
The first time I ever met my mother-in-law she said to me "You're not good enough to marry my son." It was all downhill after that.
When I was really little, my sister and I were fighting over who got to play on the Ds, and I twisted her arm a bit to get it back from her. She wasn't hurt bad, but I still feel awful about it
My little bro and I were doing homework. I was in second grade and he was in kindergarten. He was fooling around and annoying me. I told him to do his homework. He responded by stabbing me with a pencil. This was 10 years ago. I still have a scar.
My whole life, I have been bullied. You ask me about my childhood? "Bullies". There were 4 girls at my old elementary school, and they were soooo mean. They would tell lies about me, and tell other peers those lies, to make them hate me. They told my best friend that I had done something bad. The lie is so mean, I don't even want to share it. But, my best friend believed them. I lost her, and ended having no one to talk to. The teachers were my only choice. I was so depressed that my mom moved me to another school district. I'm very happy now, and have lots of friends who support me in everything I do.
When I was smaller, a friend blamed me for breaking a very expensive toy at her house. I did not. I learned from her brother that she actually broke it herself but forced my family to pay for it.
both my gramma and my mom call me Stephanie, my name is not Stephanie, or suzi, or shelia. It's serena. like serena Williams
my bro hits me beats me up emoslale always says when your mean when something doesnt go his way it just makes me depresed if you can please help thro comments
My friend blew up my minecraft house!!! :(
In the third grade, I had a 'best friend'- let's call her Lydia. Anyway, we were going on a class trip, and me and her were goofing off, and her mom was there. Apparently, her mom thought I was being a "bad influence", even though we were just laughing and telling dad jokes. She pulled Lydia aside, told her that she could either stay friends with me, or leave me and stay in her 2-WEEK ONLY karate class. She never talked to me again.
I was caring for my dying mum, who was not going to last for much longer. Our hospice nurse upped the dosage times for her pain and antipsychotic medications because at that point, there was no risk in increasing her doses. My sister, who caused drama left and right, found out and texted my brother that I was trying to kill her. I've never been so shaken in my life. Thank God for those hospice workers - they brought me down off of that ledge and assured me I absolutely was not trying to hasten the inevitable.
I am the youngest of five and the only girl. The third child decided that when I was about 18 months old would be the best time to start molesting me. Kept it up for a decade, at which point he moved to another state and married a girl who now has my exact maiden name...first, middle, and last.
My parents refused to believe me when I finally told them at age 16.
Instead, I acted out and they threatened to send me to reform school.
So I married the first guy I could and they hated him, too. So I moved across the state and cut them off.
Them after I escaped that abusive marriage with two kids, my dad insisted we move in with them. And insisted I go to college. My mom agreed to babysit.
By the time I graduated (I paid my own way), she had brainwashed the kids to believe I wasn't their mom. It was a six year battle with her.
Now that Dad has passed, and the brother she was living with has died, she lives with the brother who molested me. Despite the fact that he finally admitted it to me, he refused to admit it to her.
And she wonders why I don’t come visit.
She told me when I was 7 that she preferred boys, because they were more honest. Girls were just little bitches.
Yep. Cannot imagine why I feel uncomfortable with her. And why I have trouble with the kids when she is around...despite them being grown.
I had a best friend for years who supposedly had Borderline Personality Disorder. I look back now, and I believe she was an all-out sociopath, and was misleading her therapists, so she could qualify for disability payments (she was too lazy to work). She pulled a lot of bizarre stunts, like stalking one of her therapists, accusing her stepdad of repeatedly raping her, getting arrested for shoplifting at the local mall, etc. It was always about her because she was totally selfish. She was a con artist who could always get people to do things for her and get people to feel sorry for her. But she never wanted to do anything to help them in return. Finally, I had just had enough of her sh*t. She had a habit of calling me over and over again (like 30-40 times) and leaving numerous messages. I started ignoring her, and told her to quit calling me. The last time I saw her, she had another new husband, and he was trailing along behind her doing her bidding. Either the guy will get tired of this lifestyle and leave (like all her other husbands and boyfriends), or the poor guy will be miserable for the rest of his life.
i was at a pool party where there were few people.So im playing with a toy ring and another kid comes up to me and tells me to give her the toy,i refuse and keep playing then all of a sudden she climbs on top of me and tries to drown me...i eventually throw the toy and when she got off me i smacked her and all the parents watched the whole thing and made me go home but............my aunt saw everything and kicked the little girl out and said she wasn't allowed to return then that girls mom took it to court(stoopid i know)and we ended up winning year girls mom finds us and pulls a gun on me someone went behind her and knocked her unconscious...needless to say she is now in prison
She fled to Hawaii to be with another man and then told her husband that I was 'going to be all over him now'. 1) I never have found her husband to be physically or sexually attractive; nice guy but that's it. 2) She knew the type of men I'm attracted to so that was a head shaker. 3) I never play in another woman's backyard. Oh, he took her back after the guy dumped her.
A "friend" said something extremely disrespectful about my mom right to my face and when I respectfully told her that it was disrespectful and asked her not to say anything about my mom again she started avoiding me and talking bad about me to people that I knew. She even told her father, who was a teacher at our school, that I was bullying her and her little sister which was completely untrue. After I split from her, I found out that she had been saying bad things about me and our friends even while I was friends with her. She was very toxic and progressively got more and more toxic the longer I knew her.
Well, once my family went sledding, my mom told us not to sled down one particular hill because the car was parked at the bottom. Lil' bro and I were walking up the hill and big bro pretended he was going to throw a giant snow clump at us and lil bro jumped on his sled to get away. Crashed into the car and long story short had ten staples and twelve stitches in his head.
my brother ripped my very delicate paper snowflake chain that i worked on for 1 WHOLE HOUR. I cried
I went to a new school in 1st grade. I made a friend- let's call her Amber- who was a very nice person. Or so I thought. Turns out her friends hated me. They bullied me and made fun of me. Whenever she made new friends, they almost always acted the same way towards me. I stuck through it because Amber was my "friend." When we got to middleschool, she ghosted me. She stopped talking to me and everything. Whenever her friends bullied me, she never told them to stop. She was never my friend. Now I rarely trust anyone and I have a close group of friends.
My brother this time. We used to play minecraft together and he killed my horse. I had an obsession with animals in minecraft. Anyway, I got ticked off at him and somehow it ended with him slashing me across the throat with his nails. He had REALLY long nails. I started bleeding, although not badly. My grandma was taking a nap, and I told a lie about how I got that scratch. Me and my brother fight physically a lot, so it is just second nature not to say anything that would incriminate the other.
Thanks for reading! This is pretty lengthy.
When I first started school I made my first friend lets call her Anna. At first I thought we were great friends but i was wrong. I didn't want to tell her that we couldn't be friends anymore because i knew that she had family problems and i was afraid of hurting her feelings. I noticed that she was toxic when she started to stop me from playing with my other friends. I told my family about this and they told me that the next time she tries to control me tell her that she's not the boss of me. A few days later my big brother was playing at recess and he asked me to join him, i was going to join him but then Anna grabbed my hand told me not to go. I then told her that she wasn't the boss of me and she responded with "Yes I am". That day she became my ex best friend. A year after that happened i moved away and i haven't seen her since.
Me and my sister were driving through the richer parts of Arizona and we came upon this party. We were already dressed formally because we just came from an event. So the guy at the gate of this mansion just waved us through. We were so surprised we just went with it. We get in the house and there is music blaring and people everywhere. There were some people there who’s name we aren’t allowed to say. This was like an A-List party but for like criminals. (We didn’t find that out until later). Anyway we’re we’re just standing in a farther part of the room eating the food that the servers were bringing around. When all of the sudden the whole place goes silent. Everyone moves into the bigger part of the room and forms a circle. This older guy probably mid to late fifties (who btw is hella handsome, even my gay ass noticed) motioned to this guy sitting in a chair with a bag over his head. The old dude takes off the bag and starts speaking Italian. Me and my sister look at each other and we know that this is something we don’t want to witness so we move towards the exit but it’s blocked by these security guys. The man speaking Italian speaks English and says for them to let’s us through and he’ll collect our words later. We run out the building and get in her car. And gtf out of there, a week later we got a letter from the address and we still haven’t read it.
In 4th grade, I had a ‘friend’ named Ella (not her real name) I had met her in 1st grade and had hung out with her on and of through out the years. This year I was in the same class with her and another girl, Amy (once again, not a real name) the 3 of us hang out. One day we had P.E. And afterwards I made a remark about how Ella’s group Was in the back, and had to run more ( only a little bit like 3-4 meters if I remember correctly) and she walked away I did not think much of it but during recess, which was right after P.E., I walked up to her ( she was talking to another friend) and she excused herself and walked away before I got to her. I just walked over to her again. This time, she put out her hand, turned around and walked away again. By this time I knew something was up. I went up to her one more time, but she just said “ I don’t want to see you.” And turned around. Now little 9-year-old me was about to cry. So I walked away this time. This was the first time a friend had Ben mean yo me and I was drowning in confusion , shame, and frustration. What had I done! I started shooting hoops, a goto when I had no one to play with, at some point I tripped and landed on my hands, scraping them. Tears filled my eyes now. I looked up to see Ella and Amy siting across the blacktop, talking and looking at me. I wanted to explode into tears but I held it all back. Eventually, wile waiting in line for our teacher, Ella came up to me and said “ I’m sorry, can we be friends again?” I accepted. Sometimes I wish I would have ended the friendship then. I won’t make this longer with how she got worse. but to this day I have never confronted her about all the abuse and unfairness she subjected me and Amy to. I am to afraid to hurt someone’s feelings. She still goes to the same school as me, and is friends with my friends. This experience is what opened my eyes to how Ella treated me. I now this is not as bad as some of these, but it was one of the worst days of my life.
Been called a b***h more times than I can count.He's 12.
When I was 11 years old, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. After going for emergency surgery, and on dozens of meds, I returned to school. About 90% of my "friends" became bullies, doing things like touching me and saying, "oooh, I caught cancer!" "Beep beep beep fat girl backing up (I wasn't fat, that didn't stop them though), and so much more. The 3 cancer recurrences really didn't help either. At the same time, my younger sister started to act snide, badly disguising her contempt for me. At least she understands better now what I went through. And third, though it's not her fault, my mom has borderline personality disorder, and non-stop complained about the trouble I was causing (hello, like I wanted cancer?), criticizing me about everything, and just not really caring. Any surprise I still suffer from depression decades later?
not my story but my dads
he is a twin and one day they were playing in the pool and my uncle grabbed a barbecue knife and stabs dad with it. in the pool. they were 12
Just my life with my older brother. I never really understood that when he was picking n me it wasn't like a normal sibling would. it was ore ike abuse.Mental and physical. He would hit me and make rude comments on my sexual orientation. I would actually go home sometimes with bruises from him. Trust me I fighted back though. He would get a bloody nose or bruises from me but that never stopped him. In fact it made him hate me more. Well when I was going to my dads for the weekend they told me he was in the hospital. He had tried to kill himself. I know it sounds wrong but I kinda wished he would have really died. That's when I realized he wasn't any normal sibling. He still texts once in awhile wishing death upon me but I don't care. Maybe one day he will finally die...Oh shoot this is really depressing :p
I was in 1st grade and playing 'horses' with a couple good friends. (Friend A and friend B) Friend B and I were horses and friend A was our owner. B and I escaped from our stable and were running into the playground woods and we ran for a little while. We looked back and saw Friend A crying on the ground. We ran over and asked what was wrong and she said 'I told you to stop running away! I kept calling!' Friend B apologized but I didn't. Why? Because my philosophical little 6 year old brain reasoned that since I wasn't sorry, I shouldn't say sorry. I hadn't heard my friend, so I couldn't find any reason for me to be sorry. So a teacher came over, told me to apologize, I said no, she said I had to say sorry after entering the school, I didn't, at that point none of my friends cared anymore and just wanted me to get it over with but I was really stubborn. I was threatened with being sent to the office, and then my advisor, and finally when the principal came in I blurted out a sorry. So yeah.
This is my friend's:
She was about 10 years old when a little 3rd grader came up and asked if he could have her water bottle, to which she obviously responded 'No'.
His reaction? Karate kick her in the face and break her nose 'cause why not :D
i was in like second grade and me and my friend were at my house. we were going to do a try not to laugh contest. we started and i almost peed my pants so i went to the bathroom. my friend, lets call her anna, follows me into the bathroom. so i say (big brain mode activated) "anna get in the shower. ill pee then ill get in the shower and u can pee. she says ok and gets in the shower. i start peeing an suddenly she comes out holding my moms razor. SHE TRIED SHAVING HER ARM. WITH MY MOMS RAZOR. SHE SLICED HER ARM OPEN. Since we were kids i forgave her (after like a week lol) and we r still friends.
Not exactly the worst but still pretty bad.
last year, my friend called me a s..t that really hit deep
Ok so not worst experience but definetely funnniest experience during an argument. Her and i were argueing over me being more like my friends and being a jerk to her, and so we argued and then it was done. Afterwards i went and got us both twinkies to eat together. Well, the argument started back up and uh.. I got a twinkie smushed on the back off my hoodie.
My friend tricked me into paying for a bad thing that she did in 3rd grade. She took me over to the school phone, dialed a 'random' number, and of course called every classroom in the school. Who took the blame? Me. I had tried to stop her, but yes, ME.
I was going pee in preschool, and my friend walked in, and I thought it was my enemy, so I slapped her in the face.
I crushed on my BFF....I still am.... (BTW I'm a girl, despite my name.)
I'm a member of an entertainment industry labor union. My sister is HR for a particular winged energy drink. She has some how convinced herself that I'm plotting to unionize her division and get her fired. 18 mos ago, this came to a head on a family trip that resulted in her screaming this at me over dinner. I have no idea why she 1) thinks labor organization is my job; 2) what my union has to do with her division; or 3) believes I even care enough about what she does. I have since cut off all communication with her because she is so irrational.
My cousin was screaming 5G causes Corona Virus and expected me to follow suit. I walked behind him like it was all my fault. People weren't staring at him--they were staring at me. He's 10.
Ok. when I found out someone I used really close with actually hated me...
i was at the water and i think if i can remember it was at the wavey pool and i was with my friend so i was trying to get into one of tubes suddenly they started big waves and then... all i can say is that my knee my elbow and my foot hurt a lot
1. I had a “Friend” let’s call her Terry. So one day it was art class and I was around the teacher while demonstrating something. I also had another “Friend” Katie (not her real name) So Katie and Terry were planning something behind my back, and then they pantsed me.
2. My other “friend” dated my crush -.-
My friend pushed me out of the bus at our school and I got my face scraped up bad. I could have lost my eye. I know that it was an accident, they were happy to show the teacher their missing tooth, and they accidentally pushed me. I bled through 9 bandaids that day
I was about thirteen. There was a girl who was in a few of my classes, we'll call her Mary. Because of our shared classes, I began talking to her more and more. We were becoming friends. One day, I was in English when I noticed that her friend that she usually sat next too was absent, so I sat next to her instead. We chatted for most of the lesson. The next day, we had a school assembly. I was waiting for the assembly to start, when I overheard her say to her friend, "Where were you yesterday? I had to sit next to (my name)! Needless to say, I cut her off.
My brother sat on my Barbie camper and broke it. Barbie was still inside...
So my best friend and I were in class when the principal came in and told us to meet her in the hall. Well we respectively got up and walked to the door, while the popular girl let’s call her Kate , and her friends started laughing at us. We walked into the hall and the teacher gave us this 30 minute lecture about respect. After she was done she said,” Now girls, Kate said you were making fun of (my favorite teacher) at lunch!”
We looked at each other and we both new it was actually Kate. But the principal didn’t believe us and we had to do a week suspension for something that Kate did. 😡
One time when I was five someone broke the TV(plus my brothers have had along reputation for breaking TVs) and no one would admit to breaking it. My parents threatened to ground all of us if no one admitted. So i took the blame and was grounded for a month.
My friend started dating this piece of crap. So we weren't friends for a whole year. We were best friends. We got back to being friends after she dumped him so we good now.
I had a pretty bad experience with a "friend" when I was in sixth and seventh grade. Everyone always told me that those years were hard years with friends and stuff, but I never thought it would happen to me. I had two best friends since first grade. Lets call them Kate and Lily. So in fifth grade Kate and I started having small fights kind of like how siblings do over small things. Then in sixth grade Kate started changing and becoming toxic. I remember one time during P.E. she told me that our friendship needed a break. I was so confused and asked her why and then she told me that she was joking I was so gullible. That made me feel so bad. Looking back I can see that she was toxic, but the truth was that I was gullible and didn't want to see that Kate was changing. Then in sixth grade one day I felt sick at the beginning of class and went to the bathroom. I felt like throwing up, but I didn't and my dad had to come get me. Once I was home I felt fine. Whenever I tried to go back to school or thought about going to school though, I felt sick and would start crying. I couldn't control it and my friends would ask me why I wasn't in school. I told them the truth, but I couldn't explain what I felt because I didn't understand it. Kate got mad at me and said that she didn't go home every time her stomach hurt. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her it was more than that and left me feeling worse than I already was. Eventually it got so bad that my parents took took me to a therapist. It turned out I had really bad anxiety and Kate wasn't helping. Every time she tried, she came back and made it worse. One time she suggested I only go to certain classes and then sent me a really nasty email about complaining about how I only went to certain classes. In seventh grade it was more like I was invisible. Kate would ignore me for the most part and started hanging out with a bunch of girls on the volleyball team. She also got a phone and at one point told me our friendship needed a break over email with total text talk. When I didn't respond she got mad and eventually we talked at school. Again she apologized and I forgave her. Soon though, we just stopped talking all together. I can't say I was happy, but I still had Lily who I felt bad for because she was in the middle of all this. Then on Valentines day I was envying all the other girls who got candy from her friends and talking to Lily about how Valentines day was different from Elementary school. Kate chose that moment out of the whole day to come over in the middle of me talking and, ignoring me, give Lily a big hug and a small box of chocolate. Then she went back to her group of clones. I almost cried and could tell that Lily was uncomfortable. Of course I didn't get mad at Lily because it wasn't her fault. After that Kate and I ignored each other completely and Lily drifted away from Kate. At the end of the year Kate moved and I wasn't the least bit unhappy. Life got a lot better after that.
(Sorry for all the text)
In elementary school, 3rd grade i think, Me and group of friends were playing "staples. " (ill explain what that is in the comments). I won but another person got super upset and called ME the B-word... We are still friends up until now, just not as close.
Not mentioning if it's a friend or sibling so they don't get mad at me, but they once was mushing me down a wall. That didn't hurt-what hurt was they smashed my head against the thing we use to turn up heat in the house (forgot the name) and i had a bruise for a while.
When I was in grade 1, the bell rang to dismiss us to the first lunch break, me and my friends would always try and be the first ones on the monkey bars, and one of my friends pushed me off (by accident) and I fell on the ground and split my head open (as you can imagine there was a lot of blood. It was a stressful experience for all of us.
My brother came when my cam was on in class and unmuted and he said- he came and jumped everyone started laughing at me and till now people message me about it
So I have 2. One is that when I was babysitting this one time, I was putting my siblings to bed and my bro decided to be difficult and started to scream and throw things at me. He even threatened to call the cops on me for being a bad babysitter. And the second one is that this one time my friends started to fight over me.
Usually, the most serious it gets is a scratch or something. Although, we can both hit hard so that thing comes up often.
Hello guys! Thanks for the responses!!! Im going to close this down because i said something "rude" about my sis. Me and jasmine are having a lot of fun together! I want ya'll to give a hug to your siblings, ok! (unless their actually abusive than tell me where they are and i can wrestle them! I've been taught
by my sis and myself how to wrestle... GOOD)