This will probably sound petty but for me it was something that didn’t faze me much.

So I grew up with two sisters, one older, one younger and an older brother.

Our dad left us for a woman and started his own family. My mum was a very passive and kind woman and my dad used to abuse her and caused her a shift in mental state. She became angry easily and became distracted from domestic issues.

We decided to leave our mum alone because we didn’t want to give her a stress overload.

This is were everything turned, I suffered from anorexia from the age of 5 to age 12 because I was scared of food and I found everything disgusting; my mum tried everything she could. At this time I was 11. My older siblings began to bully me and called me foul words. They made fun of my image and called me fat and made fun of my cheeks for having more fat to the rest of my body other than the fact that there was barely any fat in any other part of my body.

I brushed it off at the first couple days but it became a daily thing, it eventually became physically with my older sister. She pulled my hair would try start fights and emotionally/ verbally abuse me. They soon began to teach our 6 years old sister to call me by a nickname that would haunt me for the rest of my middle/ primary school years.

I was the lightest of all of my siblings(taking from my mum) so they decided to call me a bastard or say I was adopted or an accident.

They would tease me, this soon lead me to loose any love I had for them. I had hate in my vains, I hated everyone, my family, friends and everyone else. I wanted to see them in pain.

They both began causing trouble for my mum, stealing, drugs, parties and dropping out of school. It made my mum depressed and she gave up on taking care of us. I had hate in my blood and was filled with pleasure imaging my mum kicking them out and I taking their stuff, after all I lost all love for them.

After a year my mum kicked them both out after long planning and persuading, as planned and I again have my mental state restored to a certain degree, they mentally damaged me and now I am built with wrath and am revengeful because of them.

My little sister is out of their reach and now is 9 and loves me like a second mum.

They occasionally call and try to play victim card and lust for forgiveness but I avoid them. I don’t want such toxic people in my life even though they are my siblings. I just want them to learn and then I’ll give them a shot but my image of them will never change