We all deal diffferently
We all deal with abuse differently, what works for one, wouldn’t work for another. Me, I cared too much. My Sister, on the other hand, seemed not to care at all. I was about 11 year old and my sister was around 15. Mom wasn’t home, I was cleaning the living room and she was cleaning the kitchen. My 5 year old baby brother runs in with blood all over his hand. He had tried to push the plastic out of a pair of sunglasses and cut his thumb down to the bone. I rushed into the kitchen and told my sister that our little brother had cut himself badly and I needed help because I didn’t know what to do. She glances at me, continues wiping down the counters and says, “It’s not my problem.” She never even left the kitchen. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care so much, my heart is always hurting about something, and my feelings get hurt very easily. But I don’t want to be like that, to turn off all the emotion and not to care at all. I would rather care too much, than turn cold and unfeeling. I understand that she did what she had to do to survive. But….brrrrrr…..