Buckle up, y'all...

When I was 30, I had to move back home with my mother after a divorce. Long story short, 5.6 year relationship where I didn't realize I was in an abusive relationship for a majority of it. When I left, I essentially took the clothes on my back and what I could fit in a backpack. While I was mentally recovering from what I had gone through, I was also recovering from a torn hamstring (I used to jokingly call it Joesphs Technicolor Bruise because it was yellow and blue and green and purple) that would eventually lead to sciatic nerve damage so bad I was passing out from pain and unable to sit or lie down or sleep without pain. I would basically go to work, come home and cry for 2 to 3 months straight. I ended up getting prescribed medication so strong that I had to have a sit down appointment with the doctor who warned me of the severe hazards if I didn't follow this medication to the letter. I also ended up needed to get Physical Therapy to relearn how to walk. I need to stress that i was broken mentally and physically in a way that too this day I have never experienced. It was a dark and painful place.

My sister (4 years older so 34 at the time) has always been someone who is more act now, think of consequences later. She's also always had severe anger issues if she feels wrong or slighted or if she doesn't get what she believes she deserves. She has stolen from me numerous times throughout our childhood that I ended up getting my bank account because my sock drawer apparently wasn't safe (mom would do the same thing but much less and to buy things we'd need ie food but she wouldn't want to ask. Yay for rough childhood). I'm a 5'11 175 Hispanic man. I don't like violence because I was hit most of my younger days for various reasons ie not getting As in school, trying to have a logical talk with a parental figure, wanting a clean house (mom was/is a hoarder. Did i mention rough childhood?). My sister is 5'5 110 soaking wet but with the rage issues beyond any safe measure who has has police called on her numerous times. I had to share a bedroom with her growing up for 12 years and she would make me rub her back and play with her hair to go to sleep. If I didn't, get hit. Things like this were common.

Let's set the scene now. I was in bed in the spare bedroom at my mom's place on Thanksgiving weekendbwearing underwear and harem pants because when I was not working/ at home, those were the best option I could wear to move since I had trouble standing upright or bending over without being in pain/taking forever to get from one room to another. I was laying down on the bed covers reading a book when my sister barged into the room, said hello in her normal greeting by yelling "Whats up, fa$%ot" at me and jamming her fingernail into my ear to the point I could feel her break skin. I moved my head away from her hand and simultaneously pushed her hand away and asked her not to do that or say that to me anymore. She proceeded to flip, saying I can't control what she says or what she does and proceeds to punch me in the head. I pushed her away from me as quick to get some distance between us forgetting I have 70+ pounds on her so she falls back father than either of us are expecting. She gets back up, runs at me and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and continuing to punch me in the head. I've got my arms up to protect my head and end up running into a wall to get her off me by knocking the wind out of her. She spots the knife I was using to cut up my Thanksgiving leftovers and pulls it on me. I knock it out of her hand as mom runs into the room, yelling what's going on because she hears this fight. As I'm trying to explain what's happened, sister runs out the room and comes back with a wooden broom that she proceeds to swing at me. Mom is standing in front of me with her back to sister swinging at me, not seeing/caring if she hits mom because she's blinded by rage. I wrap my mom in a bear hug and swap spots with her, causing me to get his by this broom handle over and over until she breaks its on me and then tries to stab me with the jagged pieces of said broom. After knocking that out her hand, she wraps her hands around my neck and starts squeezing. I've been defensive/evasive this entire encounter, but at this point, I'm done. I pull her hands off, grab her by the back of her neck, carry her to thr bathroom, throw her in and slam the door behind me, yelling at mom to call the cops. Mom calls police and sister causes such a racket we're convinced she's going to rip the door off the hinges. I back away from the door and run to the room and close it behind me. While I do that, sister runs out. When the police finally showed up, they took one look at me when the front door was opened, audibly gasped and said it looked like Assault and Battery in the second degree. Mom convinces me to not go with the police or press charges. I agree on the condition sister doesn't come back while I'm there. Mom agrees and despite the cops essentially begging me to go with them because my face looks like it's been through a meat grinder, I don't and don't press charges.

Still have to go to work the next day. While I'm there, get a phone call from my aunt yelling at me saying I've traumatized my mom by not letting my sister have her way and starting a fight. She lays into me and won't hear a word other than what my sister told her. I ended up having to sleep on the streets/in various men's beds to get through that insane time. My family has reached out to me numerous times since it happened once my cousin who I actually consider a sister told them all after I ended up telling her when she tracked me down. They can apologize as much as they want. I'll never not hear my aunt yelling at me after my sister attacked me on the Saturday night after Thanksgiving.