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Had a shotgun put to my head and marched into a house of gang members because I dared to try to pick my sister up from a party. Got yelled at and threatened, and left without her.
Came back a little while later to try once more and found ems/police/fire all over the place. That same person with the same shotgun blew someone elses head off after I left.
I had a friend with me, we elected not to stop the second time. A day later the police questioned us, we were subpoenaed to testify, and both got threatened by gang members for years.
Good times.
...and what about your sister (he asked, trepidatiously)?
She was fine. She left after the shooting and got a ride home. We don't talk anymore. She accused me of raping her when we were kids while she was in a troubled teen facility (I got to fly to Utah and talk to a room full of shrinks as a teenager!) got my whole family believing and accusing me... Until 10 years later when she did the same to our dad.
I feel for her, she's had it rough but I've almost died, been ostracized and demonized by my entire family and the emotional shit that came with it as a teen. But she can get fucked.
She later (several years) went on to get arrested and convicted of selling coke, as well as conspiracy to sell. Got out, invited the police in while she had meth out on the table after calling them about methallucinations.
Well, this wasn't a fun story at all.
Hard agree, and what's worse is that I didn't then, and even now 30+ years later don't see it as a traumatic. I know it is logically but I don't feel it.
Things leading up to it were that much worse, and the later years didn't start to get better until recently.
Sorry, friend. I'm glad things have gotten better.
It sounds like you lived through some rough situations; it is a tough climb out but I am glad to hear things have gotten better for you. Keep climbing, friend!