ElvenAngel
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Well, we finally blew the lid off this pressure vessel that was brewing for a 2 weeks and a half. To give you some context over the scene, I'll let you know that I haven't been sleeping very well lately and I was glad my family let me sleep in today.
Now, I was trying to make a sandwich in the kitchen for lunch, my family'd just come home from the beach and all. And my brother comes in, carrying that humongous, scary-looking Bible-in-a-leather-binding thing and stating he wants me to make some time to sit down with him and listen to him explain the Bible for hours.
I obviously refused, because I don't share his particular Evangelist beliefs about the Bible being everything and sitting down and reading it and explaining it all being "the most important thing in your life" as he said it and that's a precise quote there.
He kept telling him nicely that I didn't want to, and he just kept pushing. Eventually he raised the tone of his voice, saying that he's my brother, he loves me and he'll be damned if he lets me die and go to the lake of fire because I don't wanna play Sunday school with him. I got massively ticked off and I've been bottling this shit up for 2 weeks mind you, and finally I started to scream at him. I called him some pretty bad things, including 'stupid proselytizing bitch' and ran away to lock myself up in my room.
Where I proceeded to lose my rage and fall right into meekness and regret and cry my eyes out. And this happened like 30 mins ago. My eyes are still stinging from all the crying and my throat's rather raw from screaming at him.
He essentially BULLIED me around, using religion (a religion that's supposed to be about love) to exercise some emotional violence. I don't know whether he realizes that he's committing a sin according to Christianity, something he's so vocal and OBSESSED about.
I'm now terribly guilt ridden and naturally I'll go apologize. However I just know he won't and he'll want to push me some more, which will make me up and leave and lock myself in my room again to avoid him. He actually accused me of isolating myself away from him, but he didn't seem to realize I do that because we have nothing else to talk about, and all he wants to talk about is religion, and I don't.
I'm also scared dad's going to get pissed off at me for causing this mess and not going with Costa's flow or whatever... I tend to get the short end of the stick in this house; whenever one of my parents are angry at each other or some other member of the family, they don't wanna show it and they end up taking it out on me. I won't be surprised if dad gives me the 3rd degree for this. Who knows, maybe he will cut me out of his will, after all, like mom worries he might (there I go scaring myself).
I'm at the end of my mind here. I don't know how to behave towards him anymore. I can't just sit down and do as he likes, not even just to please him, because it goes against my gain so completely that it's impossible for me to handle. I don't even know if I can ever patch things up with him again, after this. I'll just keep avoiding him so that I don't blow up again like this.
I don't know what I need most now, helpful suggestions, support or just a lousy hug and a 'it'll be okay'...
Now, I was trying to make a sandwich in the kitchen for lunch, my family'd just come home from the beach and all. And my brother comes in, carrying that humongous, scary-looking Bible-in-a-leather-binding thing and stating he wants me to make some time to sit down with him and listen to him explain the Bible for hours.
I obviously refused, because I don't share his particular Evangelist beliefs about the Bible being everything and sitting down and reading it and explaining it all being "the most important thing in your life" as he said it and that's a precise quote there.
He kept telling him nicely that I didn't want to, and he just kept pushing. Eventually he raised the tone of his voice, saying that he's my brother, he loves me and he'll be damned if he lets me die and go to the lake of fire because I don't wanna play Sunday school with him. I got massively ticked off and I've been bottling this shit up for 2 weeks mind you, and finally I started to scream at him. I called him some pretty bad things, including 'stupid proselytizing bitch' and ran away to lock myself up in my room.
Where I proceeded to lose my rage and fall right into meekness and regret and cry my eyes out. And this happened like 30 mins ago. My eyes are still stinging from all the crying and my throat's rather raw from screaming at him.
He essentially BULLIED me around, using religion (a religion that's supposed to be about love) to exercise some emotional violence. I don't know whether he realizes that he's committing a sin according to Christianity, something he's so vocal and OBSESSED about.
I'm now terribly guilt ridden and naturally I'll go apologize. However I just know he won't and he'll want to push me some more, which will make me up and leave and lock myself in my room again to avoid him. He actually accused me of isolating myself away from him, but he didn't seem to realize I do that because we have nothing else to talk about, and all he wants to talk about is religion, and I don't.
I'm also scared dad's going to get pissed off at me for causing this mess and not going with Costa's flow or whatever... I tend to get the short end of the stick in this house; whenever one of my parents are angry at each other or some other member of the family, they don't wanna show it and they end up taking it out on me. I won't be surprised if dad gives me the 3rd degree for this. Who knows, maybe he will cut me out of his will, after all, like mom worries he might (there I go scaring myself).
I'm at the end of my mind here. I don't know how to behave towards him anymore. I can't just sit down and do as he likes, not even just to please him, because it goes against my gain so completely that it's impossible for me to handle. I don't even know if I can ever patch things up with him again, after this. I'll just keep avoiding him so that I don't blow up again like this.
I don't know what I need most now, helpful suggestions, support or just a lousy hug and a 'it'll be okay'...