In Shock - Sister is Abusive
The following story takes place in my parents' house:
I was over working on homework because I'd left my calculator there a little while ago and since I'm not all that great at math, I thought it would be easier to do my homework there instead of going home and calling if I needed help. Well, when I finished the homework I decided I would do some crunches and squats on my mom's pad instead of on the rug in my apartment. As I'm doing this, my mom and sister are sitting on the couch talking. My sister sees me doing squats and says, "You look weird." (I will now give the summary of the fight/conversation)
Me [shrugs]: This is how you do squats.
Mom: Yeah, you are supposed to do it like you're sitting in a chair.
Rachel: It's bad for you to do them in jeans. What if you rip them?
Me [looks at Mom and exchanges a 'this girl is weird' look]: Only if your jeans are tight. These are almost two sizes too big. Your jeans would probably rip - you like tight clothes and I don't.
Rachel: Maybe you do but no one else does. You look bad!
Me [snorts]: You're single and John seems to like the way I look just fine. Baggy jeans and all.
Rachel: Fuck you! Besides, John's like 30. He can't get anyone so he settled for you.
Mom: Rachel! Language!
Me [offended but kind of amused]: He's not 30 and at least he's intelligent.
Rachel: You're such a bitch.
Mom: Rachel, stop that! You don't use that language.
My sister then punched my mom in the leg and told her to fuck herself. Then, she walked out while my mom sort of whimpered, "You left a bruise."
My sister said, "Good, you deserve that shit."
I'm in shock. I didn't think Rachel was so pissed off. I'd been annoyed but kind of amused. We have little fights like that all the time and they're stupid, ridiculous things. Then I said, "You're just going to let her get away with that?!" My mom started to snap at me, blaming me for everything that had just happened. She said, "You shouldn't have made a dig at her about her weight!" (Rachel's pretty chubby) I stared at her and said, "You mean when I said her clothes are tight? I wasn't calling her fat, I was telling the truth. Her clothes are tight!"
My mom then proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't treat my sister like that and should feel bad for her when she's sick. I made her lunch when I came over because Rachel asked me to. My mom kept telling me I don't act properly and I snapped. I said to her, "She's not my daughter and it's not my fault that she turned out to be such a selfish bitch." My mom then left the house and went to the store to buy the things my sister told her she wanted.
I cleaned the kitchen (I had made Chinese dumplings and the pan was too hot when I was done but since I was leaving I cleaned up) and then went to find my sister. I said to her, "If you're mad at me, you take it out with me. Not Mom, she didn't deserve that." Rachel, charming as ever, said, "FUCK YOU!" and then I left.
Once in the car, I called my father and told him that Rachel and I had been fighting and when Mom told her to stop, she slapped her leg and left a big bruise. He's going to deal with her.
I don't know how to react. I'm in shock and frustrated as well. My sister needs some sort of help I suppose. No one should react like that.
I was over working on homework because I'd left my calculator there a little while ago and since I'm not all that great at math, I thought it would be easier to do my homework there instead of going home and calling if I needed help. Well, when I finished the homework I decided I would do some crunches and squats on my mom's pad instead of on the rug in my apartment. As I'm doing this, my mom and sister are sitting on the couch talking. My sister sees me doing squats and says, "You look weird." (I will now give the summary of the fight/conversation)
Me [shrugs]: This is how you do squats.
Mom: Yeah, you are supposed to do it like you're sitting in a chair.
Rachel: It's bad for you to do them in jeans. What if you rip them?
Me [looks at Mom and exchanges a 'this girl is weird' look]: Only if your jeans are tight. These are almost two sizes too big. Your jeans would probably rip - you like tight clothes and I don't.
Rachel: Maybe you do but no one else does. You look bad!
Me [snorts]: You're single and John seems to like the way I look just fine. Baggy jeans and all.
Rachel: Fuck you! Besides, John's like 30. He can't get anyone so he settled for you.
Mom: Rachel! Language!
Me [offended but kind of amused]: He's not 30 and at least he's intelligent.
Rachel: You're such a bitch.
Mom: Rachel, stop that! You don't use that language.
My sister then punched my mom in the leg and told her to fuck herself. Then, she walked out while my mom sort of whimpered, "You left a bruise."
My sister said, "Good, you deserve that shit."
I'm in shock. I didn't think Rachel was so pissed off. I'd been annoyed but kind of amused. We have little fights like that all the time and they're stupid, ridiculous things. Then I said, "You're just going to let her get away with that?!" My mom started to snap at me, blaming me for everything that had just happened. She said, "You shouldn't have made a dig at her about her weight!" (Rachel's pretty chubby) I stared at her and said, "You mean when I said her clothes are tight? I wasn't calling her fat, I was telling the truth. Her clothes are tight!"
My mom then proceeded to tell me that I shouldn't treat my sister like that and should feel bad for her when she's sick. I made her lunch when I came over because Rachel asked me to. My mom kept telling me I don't act properly and I snapped. I said to her, "She's not my daughter and it's not my fault that she turned out to be such a selfish bitch." My mom then left the house and went to the store to buy the things my sister told her she wanted.
I cleaned the kitchen (I had made Chinese dumplings and the pan was too hot when I was done but since I was leaving I cleaned up) and then went to find my sister. I said to her, "If you're mad at me, you take it out with me. Not Mom, she didn't deserve that." Rachel, charming as ever, said, "FUCK YOU!" and then I left.
Once in the car, I called my father and told him that Rachel and I had been fighting and when Mom told her to stop, she slapped her leg and left a big bruise. He's going to deal with her.
I don't know how to react. I'm in shock and frustrated as well. My sister needs some sort of help I suppose. No one should react like that.