Oh, your sibling took your video game? Ate your food? Sure, that must’ve been irritating—but those annoyances are nothing compared to sibling stories.
1. Walkin’ On Broken Glass
My older brother gets angry really easily. One time, he flipped over a glass table in our living room. The whole thing shattered and I cut my foot. I don’t remember what he was mad about since I was only four or five years old at the time, but he must have been in his early teens at that point. My parents replaced it with custom-fitted glass, which was pretty expensive apparently—but that’s not the worst part.
He also taped a knife to my parents’ door, which everyone assumed was a threat. He insisted he wasn’t going to do anything and that he just wanted to scare them. He was at least 20 at the time.
2. The One Instance Duct Tape Didn’t Fix Everything
My older brother once sat on me, mummified me with duct tape, then left me outside in freezing cold weather while he played PS2 with his headphones on. He taped my hands and feet together first, and then the rest of me. I couldn't even fight back. I was left that way until our mom got home a few hours later and grounded the heck out of him.
3. Fool Me Four Times
It's a toss-up between four things my brother has done. First, I found out my brother and his wife were not separated and getting a divorce, even though that’s what he’d told me. It was something he'd been telling the whole family for over a year. She knew nothing about it until I inadvertently said something to her.
Then, he posted on Facebook that my mother had passed on just to get sympathy likes. She was sick, but still alive, and I had to handle the massive freak out from our relatives and friends. He then claimed he hadn't known it would be "taken” that way, even though people were sending him public condolences and talking about her in the past tense.
Then, I got confirmation from someone who knows him really well that he lied about having cancer at one point. Again, pretty sure that was for the sympathy and likes. But there’s one last thing he did that I know I’ll never let go of. He also lied about having hurt his back so that he didn't have to come to our mother's funeral, only two weeks later.
He posted photos of himself online holding his contractor's license, bragging about the jobs he was doing. He never answered me about what miracle operation or treatment he got to cure his bad back so fast, and he hasn't spoken to me since that day. Nothing of value has been lost.
4. Ain’t Family Fun
My oldest step-brother. He was the coolest of the cool guys in high school. When I was a freshman in high school, he was a senior and he was the guy every girl wanted to get with. You'd think it'd be a blessing to have a cooler sibling, but it was the opposite—for example, I had a crush on a girl in my class and I was working up the courage to ask her out, but when I finally talked to her, she told me she thought my step-bro was cute.
I made the mistake of mentioning this crush to him...he got with her the following weekend and told her to avoid talking to me. He learned early on how to manipulate people because of his good looks and self-confidence. Fast forward to his late 20s—he cheated on his amazing wife dozens and dozens of times.
He got kicked out of college for dealing, then worked for a short time as a commodities broker and made good money because he was a born salesman...however, he lied through his teeth to all of his clients and took money left and right until he was out of work. That was literally like 25 years ago and he really hasn't had a real job since. But of course, it didn't stop there.
He became very good at his con game. Having no job, he also had no insurance for himself or his wife and kids. One time, when his son was sick and needed a doctor, my stepdad sent him his credit card. My step-bro instead took himself and his wife out for a fancy dinner and bought a bunch of garbage from the mall.
He later lied and said the card was lost. Eventually, his wife left him and he purposely didn't work so he wouldn't have to pay child support…What's worse is that didn’t stop him from making more babies. He'd knock up any girl who found him hot.
His mother, my stepdad's ex-wife, sadly got an EARLY case of Alzheimer’s in her 50s and had to be hospitalized in a nursing home. My younger step-bro made sure things were taken care of and tried to make his mother comfortable. He bought things for her room to make her happy and comfortable like a TV and a DVD player.
Well, our older step-bro took these from her room and pawned them for cash. When she eventually passed, the family had put a bunch of her things originally into storage hoping that someday she could "go back home" or something. They later learned that he had gotten the key and took everything. He sold it all over the years, leaving my younger step-brother unknowingly paying for an empty storage locker.
Then, when he came into town one time to visit for a holiday, he snuck around his brother's house and took his mail. He ended up stealing several credit cards in his brother's name. As he began to become less and less welcome at our family gatherings, we'd hear stories about him getting into arguments with people he had done wrong to.
Somewhere over the years, he decided he needed a new target market, so he found himself a gay lawyer who housed and fed him. The lawyer is an older guy who you can tell thinks he somehow has hit it big because he got the "hot straight dude." Meanwhile, my step-bro regularly attacks the guy; mostly when the lawyer attempts to let anyone in the world know they aren’t just "buddies."
My stepdad passed on a few years ago, and we were all curious to see if our step-bro would show up for the funeral or anything. He did indeed, but he was whacked out of his brain. He made rude comments to my mother, yet still had the gall to ask if he could stay at "his dad's house" while he was in town. We all knew he had intentions to rob my mother blind.
When she declined, his reaction was utterly disturbing. He cussed her out at the funeral and made a scene.
5. Deadbeat Dad Of The Year
My brother married a girl. A lot of the guests made passive-aggressive comments toward our family—but that was just the start of the nightmare. The couple ended up announcing that they were pregnant at the wedding, and they were about four months along at that point. Then, they had the baby. One month later, my brother confessed to us, "It's too much...She's a witch and I can't take this, I'm leaving her and moving in with a friend from work."
Well, it turns out that friend from work is actually eight months pregnant at this point with his next kid. By some miracle, he didn't end up leaving that girl when the baby was born, but he did get her pregnant again, about as soon as is possible. I don't know if it's because she wised up, but baby-mama #2 eventually kicked him out.
Now he lives in my parents' basement and refuses to drive an hour to see his kids. One of those kids, he's only seen about a dozen times since. The second was an improvement, but he was still only. there for 10 months of its life. The third one, he's never even seen; not once.
6. Revenge Is Sweet
If I loved a toy, my older sister would purposely break it in some way. I had a Teddy Ruxpin that I loved, so she broke his mouth off. I loved porcelain dolls, so she broke all of their limbs off. I loved Barbies, so she cut their hair. If I liked a stuffed animal, she would tear out the eyes or tails, just for kicks.
When we got older, she would take my make-up and mush the lipstick on my desk or snap the eyeliner so it cracked and couldn't be sharpened. She'd also tap the eye shadow upside down on my desk to break it. I loved drawing and painting, so she would take a Sharpie and hold it onto the paper until it bled through every page.
She didn't accidentally do this stuff either—she is two years older than me and she seems to get off on it. She'll just casually walk in, break stuff, and then walk out of the room like nothing happened. When I got old enough to like boys, she would ask me who I liked and then tell me that boy liked her...even if she didn't know the boy at all.
Later on, that advanced to her hooking up with basically any guy I liked or that she thought I liked. She did this once with a guy in my science class simply because we were paired up for a project and she saw him being nice to me. It used to hurt my feelings, but ultimately, I got my revenge. I told her I liked my friend’s older brother Derrick. Derrick was 19 and had a prescription for Valtrex.
7. Don’t Mix Family And Business
When I was 12 years old, I remember my parents being pretty deep in poverty. My brother, on the other hand, had serious wealth in the insurance industry. He offered to buy us a manufactured home no strings attached. We accepted his offer, picked one out, and moved in. Then he told us what our monthly rent would be.
It was very high rent for the area and something you would not move onto as a low-income family. Since we'd already moved in and he had the deed to the property, we desperately scraped the barrel to make the rent. Then came the worst part—when we couldn't do it anymore eventually, he put the house up for sale. I was 18 at this point. So my parents moved out of state to something they could afford and I was left homeless.
8. A Different Type Of Bogeyman
I grew up with a single mom who worked a lot of long hours, so my sisters and I were often left to our own devices. I was the youngest so my older sisters were supposed to “watch out for me,” but they had a lot of after-school activities like sports, clubs, friends, etc. Sadly, I got left by myself a lot, which was already bad enough...but then my sisters took it to another level.
They decided it would be a good idea to tell me that if the police found out that I was home alone, they would come and take me away. I spent years hiding in our basement with all the blinds in the house closed, petrified that officers were going to come to take me away. I would have full-on meltdowns if I saw one of their cars drive by our house and I was inconsolable. Now I’m an anxiety-ridden adult and it all makes sense.
9. Lost The Genetic Lottery & The Real One
My older sister has been a nightmare to live with. She constantly lies to get out of trouble that she herself causes. She doesn't remember who she lies to either, so there are often multiple versions of the lie. One time, out of nowhere, she just up and said she won the lottery jackpot. She was just going around telling the family this and how she was going to do this and that with the money.
When the money wasn't coming in, she said she "didn't understand why." "They gave me a card and the money was supposed to go on it." So, my dad took a half-day off work and went with her to the state lottery place. They had no idea who she was, nor did they have any record of her being there before.
They even looked at the security footage and never saw her. But she still didn't give up on her lie...Instead, she took it even further. She would get off work at like 6, for example, tell us she had a couple of errands to run after work, then just not come home to her baby, who she left with our older parents to take care of.
You would never get a straight real answer from her about where she was. I could keep going on but I think this is long enough. I just feel bad for my parents. They keep letting her do it.
10. Curiosity Killed The Surprise
My sister has a history of being incredibly nosy. My fiancé didn’t know this, as we don’t spend a lot of time with my sister. He had my engagement ring shipped to her house so that I wouldn’t see it. It was in a plain box, but she took the address off of the label, Googled the company, and saw that they mostly make rings. That's when everything went downhill.
When we weren’t engaged within a week, she then called my parents to ask them what was happening. So when I called to share the happy news, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone and we’ll never get that moment back. Her excuse was, "It could have been a watch. I didn’t ruin anything.”
11. Green-Eyed Monster
My sister and I were born 15 years apart. I was unplanned and her teenage self was extremely mad that I was born. She basically spent every waking moment of her teens being furious that I was alive, siphoning resources and attention from our parents. She never paid me a moment’s attention, and I even remember her kicking me once.
Anyway, she moved out of my parents’ house to get married at 24, and I was not allowed inside her new house for the next two years. When I finally got to visit the house, her reaction was ice cold. She turned her back and walked away from me when I crossed the threshold. I’ll never forget it.
12. Spongebro Stingypants
My jerk brother, who has been a real estate agent for over 20 years, took out an interest-only loan on his home 17 years ago. The loan company required him to pay the principal but he couldn’t afford it. So what did he do? He knew that my recently widowed mother had received a few bucks from her life insurance.
She loaned him $20k so that he wouldn’t lose his home. Less than six months later, he came to her for another $20k, leaving her with nothing. He couldn’t get a second job because "What would people think?" I learned about this from a journal I found of my mother’s when I helped her move. But’s that’s not all I learned.
I found out that when he would come to her house to help her, he charged her. He'd make her pay him for things like mowing the lawn and raking leaves! When he sold things of my father’s for her, he took a commission of 25%! He would also ask for gas money because she lived two hours away from him. To this day, he refuses to pay her back. He has plenty of money to buy his grandkids things like go-carts and to take them to Disney World, yet he can't give my mom back her money.
Meanwhile, she refinanced her home just so she could make ends meet. As in, she needed to balance her checkbook to see if she had enough money at the end of the month to be able to buy an ice cream cone after church!! She tried for a couple of years to get his help in selling her home. It was in rough shape and mom couldn’t deal with it on her own.
He had taken all her money so she couldn’t fix it. He was too embarrassed about her home to represent her as an agent. I was able to help her get it fixed and sold even though I live across the country. He will no longer have anything to do with her because she didn’t use him or the real estate company he works for to sell her house or to buy her new place.
I knew none of this at the time as my mother is a private person. I was mortified when I found out. It broke my heart that I didn’t know because I could’ve helped. She is doing well on her own now, but I try my best to spoil her because she deserves it! No adult child should sponge off their parent. He’s despicable.
13. That’s One Way Of Marking Your Territory
I have two special needs siblings. They're sweethearts, but they're still a lot to handle. When we first got my little sister back from the orphanage, she was struggling to adjust to our house and really didn't like being told what to do. One day, when my mom told her she couldn't have a snack, she straight up peed on the floor.
14. Walk The Line
My stepbrother falsely identified himself as me one day when he was busted driving recklessly on a motorcycle. He was on probation for other charges at the time and didn't want to go to the slammer. I missed a whole day of work going to court when I was informed by phone that there was a bench warrant for failure to appear.
Once I got to court and the ticketing officer saw me, he took me to a conference room and that's where the disappointing truth was revealed. He literally described my little bro to a "T" and I double-checked that he had the correct home address for the punk. After he was released, I made sure he understood if he did it again. he would walk crooked for the rest of his life.
15. The Center Of Attention
I don't know why this even happened, but when I was eight, I was hit by a car because of my sibling. She said we were allowed to go out when, in reality, she never even asked anyone for permission. She was pushing me down the driveway and the next thing we knew, I got hit by a car. I was basically dying on the way to the hospital with fractures in my skull and my knee degloved to the bone. But that’s not even the craziest part.
Instead of being sorry for what happened, she was jealous that I was getting attention…for nearly dying.
16. Actually, Revenge Isn’t Sweet, It’s Gross
We tried to go into this residents-only community center for a townhouse community. We were immediately kicked out. Later on in the evening, my brother dragged me out of be and made me walk over to the community center, where I thought he would just knock a plant over or something. No, he wanted to get a different kind of vengeance.
He proceeded to empty his bowels on the landing by the front door, then smeared it all over the windows and railings with his bare hands. The following day. we were walking by, and the same guy who kicked us out was cleaning it. He yelled at us: “We had a visit from the poop monster last night.”
17. Sleeping With One Eye Open
There was a point in my life when I was so sick I was bedridden and constantly going in and out of the hospital. My sister and I shared a room during that time. She started calling my name when I fell asleep, only to pretend she was asleep when I inevitably woke up to respond. She kept me up most nights, throwing things from across the room to scare me awake and calling for me any time she even thought I was asleep.
Keep in mind, I was on really strong pain meds just trying to figure out if I was even going to survive or not. My nightmare mother ignored my complaining, telling me I just had to deal with the fact that my sister "talks in her sleep." Showing her the bruises I got from getting hit by the things my sister threw at me didn’t convince her, either. Then, one night it escalated beyond my limits.
I was pretty doped up, swimming in and out of a medication-induced sleep. My sister started up again with her antics, but I was genuinely too far gone to respond. It got her all mad apparently because she got up to turn on the light and started hovering over me, threatening to harm me. She kept going on and on about how spoiled I was for pretending to be ill for attention.
I texted my boyfriend at the time, who was sleeping downstairs on the couch, and he said he would help me talk to my mother in the morning. I don’t remember if I fell asleep in bed or if I went downstairs to sleep beside him, but he was mad enough on my behalf that my mother switched our rooms around that day to give me my own room.
He was a jerk in so many other ways, but I still appreciate him standing up for me. I'm not in contact with anyone in my family now.
18. She Tripped And Fell Onto The “Buy Now” Button
Less than a month ago, she took $3,600 from my mother to buy useless garbage. Then she played the victim and told my mom that she should have told her she wasn't allowed to use her card without her consent by setting up security features on her card, for example. After their conversation, she set up her account so that she'd receive a notification any time transaction was made on her card. This is an important detail to remember.
I kid you not, an hour later, my mom got notified by her bank that someone used her card to buy something worth $50. Of course, it was my sister. This time, she said it was "an accident." How does someone "accidentally" put in someone else's bank details? My sister definitely has an online shopping addiction, and that isn’t even the worst thing about her.
19. Every Man For Himself
My older sister and I were walking our dogs along a wooded area near our house at night when we heard a weird rustling in the undergrowth. Both of us stopped to see if it was an animal or something, but then a guy in his 40s came out of the trees. All I remember before running is seeing my older sister about 20 feet ahead of me and still going.
She didn't even say a word; she just ran for her life and left me behind. That was upsetting enough, but then she tried to explain herself. To this day, she insists she did nothing wrong because I was OK. I understand that people respond to danger differently, but I'd always thought she'd at least give me a signal that it was time to run instead of leaving me in the dust.
20. Let It Be A Warning
My family owned a human skull. It was a thing my parents bought for their company's convention display, but it made its way to their home. I never thought much about it, until my older brother told me something that gave me the absolute creeps. He put it on a cabinet in my room and told me it belonged to my other brother who came before me—he claimed he misbehaved and didn't get good grades, so that's what happened to him.
That thing stared at me until we moved years later and I "snuck" it into the trash. He apparently didn't realize how much he terrified me at the time because when I brought it up decades later he had completely forgotten about it.
21. Tiger’s Blood Is Thicker Than Water
My older brother had a bit of a party phase. He's a mix of Charlie Sheen and Hugh Hefner. In high school, he would take girls to the barn behind our house and just have his own mini-raves, complete with music and the attendant, ahem, substances. Usually, he'd have these same three girls come over all the time. What he ended up doing to them is absolutely wild.
Then, at the beginning of his senior year of high school, he got two of those girls pregnant at the same time. He ditched them both and ended up dating the third girl. So today, 20 years later, this guy has six kids...with six different women. Yet, he does hold a job and he does pay child support. He is six years older than me and out of all of us siblings, he is the one who is the least successful in terms of career (but most successful in having fun).
22. She Played Him
My sister told her son that she would buy him a PS4 if he could find a used one for around $200. It took a bit of work because of the PS5 shortage increasing the PS4 price, but he ended up finding someone to agree to a $200 flat price. So, my sister said she'd get it done for him. Then, about a week later, my sister told her son that the seller scammed her.
Not only would he not be getting the PS4, but since it was his fault they got scammed, he now owed her the money for not seeing it coming or some garbage like that. Also, my sister never pays for the kid’s phone plans. She even has them on a different plan so she can miss the payment and her own phone won’t be shut off.
So, when my nephew told me about it, I had him give me a call on her phone and check the messages. I was shocked at what I found. The seller contacted her every day for four days asking stuff like, "Dude, I want you to have this thing but you need to respond." I just keep thinking of my sister sitting around reading that stuff and still coming up with this horrific lie to try and take money from a pre-teen.
23. How The Tables Have Turned
I was the nightmare. My sister threw a tennis shoe into my train set, so I countered her in a rather violent way—I stabbed her with a fork I was holding. She has four little dots at her hairline to this day. Thankfully, we matured and are now best friends. Not really sure how that happened, come to think of it. We never used to protect each other except for when my mother pitched a fit and started throwing things.
Now? I'd take a bullet for her twice over.
24. Ponzi’s Got Nothing On Her
My older sister opened several credit cards in my mother’s name and maxed them out. My mom didn’t find out for over a year, and her credit is still ruined. She then asked my dad to help her buy a new apartment, but she still decided to live with her boyfriend for two years while my dad paid rent on an empty apartment. She dropped out of college and sent my family fake grades so she would appear to be enrolled. She also kept the tuition checks herself.
She made my mom label all her possessions so “we” could claim them after she passes away. She repeatedly took medicine from our grandmother while she was receiving at-home hospice care. When we were younger, she would volunteer to babysit me and my younger sister, but then she'd put us in bed as soon as my parents left and have huge parties.
Oh, and here's the kicker to that last one—She would say that if we got out of the bed, the people making loud noises downstairs would hurt us and take us away from home.
25. Five Strikes, He’s Out
First, I came home from college one day to find out he gave away my ski equipment to his friends without my permission. Note here that my dad bought it for me; I can't afford that stuff. His excuse? "Well, you weren't using it." Second, he used my dad for money when my dad was dying of inoperable cancer, and he was unable to say "no" because he was full of morphine to deal with his pain. Think that's bad? It gets worse.
Note that my brother did not have a driver's license at this time, but this did not stop him from taking my dad's car. Third, in high school, he basically stole a friend of mine one summer. This friend’s parents always took him and his sister to expensive restaurants at midday. My friend's parents, being too polite, would not send him home at those times even though I said they should.
Fourth, he wanted me to give him my old driver's license when I turned 22 and got a new one, just so he could go to the bars. For those who are unaware, depending upon the situation, *I* could have been the one getting locked up if he was caught with my license, so I said no. His excuse? "Well, my friend's brother did it! Why can't you be cool like him?!?"
He also repeatedly took my mother's car—without her permission—to see his girlfriend even though he didn't have a license. One night, he wrecked and hit a deer. My mother, being kind, did not press charges of any kind.
26. Wishful Thinking?
When my eldest brother was nine or 10 years old, he told his teachers and classmates at primary school that I had passed on. When they asked him how I passed, he replied "cancer." I would have been four or five years old at the time. My mom got sympathy cards and flowers sent to her and she had to go into school to explain that I was in fact alive and cancer-free.
27. A Different Kind Of Custody Battle
When my brother was 10, he came into my care when my mom passed on. He was a nightmare; running away, throwing fits, being violent. He didn't know how to wipe his own behind or shower and he lied all the time, trying to get me in trouble. I had to drive from Ohio to Kansas to finalize paperwork with the court. I took him and my friend for a three-day trip, just to try to connect with him. He’d had a rough year.
At the end of the trip, while we were packing up, he told me he locked my keys in the car. That was the beginning of an ordeal I’ll never forget. He then told the hotel people I kidnapped him and that he was trying to escape. The people he talked to called law enforcement. He left, and the officers came and detained me and my friend. My paperwork was in the car that he locked the keys in, so I couldn't prove I had custody.
He was found three hours later and boldface screamed and that I was a stranger. The officers had someone unlock the car and I was able to show them custody paperwork. I spent three days trying to connect with him... I bought him stuff, took him anywhere he wanted, had heart-to-heart talks over things...and yet, the entire time, he was planning this.
He later told me he was hoping they would off me. He hated me because I was “poor” and a female. He wanted to be in foster care. He did this a few times, even trying to get CPS to take away my daughter. The entire time, all I wanted was to make sure he grew up and didn't have to be in foster care.
28. The Evil Twin
My twin brother made it his mission to make my life in school as miserable as possible. He came up with most of the mean nicknames I got called, and when we were in eighth grade, he convinced the shortest boy in our grade to ask me to the end-of-year dance because he knew that I was too nice to say no. I was six feet tall at 14.
The craziest part? We went to different high schools, but he still managed to mess with me. He would show up to school dances and threaten anyone who tried to ask me to dance because he thought it was funny. He hooked up with most of the girls in my friend group, which led to massive fighting and somehow me getting ditched for his toxic behavior.
29. Memory As Clear As Mud
When I was about five years old, my older sister and I went walking out in a field together in the rain. I got my boots stuck in deep mud and couldn't move. After unsuccessfully attempting to pull me out, my sister walked home to get help. I waited in the rain for an hour and no one came, so I pulled my feet out of the boots and walked home barefoot.
When I got home, my jaw dropped. I found my sister watching TV. She had apparently forgotten about me.
30. Double Whammy
I once had to take my baby sister with me to CVS to pick up medicine for a colonoscopy. The medicine was meant to clear me out for the procedure. I went to the counter and there was this very attractive girl at the register. Me being single for a while, I wanted to try to make a move…but I was, all of a sudden, hit by a nasty rank smell.
My baby sister farted so bad that paint could peel and she ran off into the other aisle. LAUGHING. I stood there ashamed as the girl tried to hold a straight face handing me my laxatives.
31. A Whole Herd Of Black Sheep
My late ex-husband Tommy had the worst siblings. He passed on from an overdose and the hospital called me as I was listed as his emergency contact. After I spoke with the doctors and whatnot, I called his brother and asked him to tell their mother. I also asked if he wanted to see him since the doctors said they could keep Tommy there so his brother could see him.
Because our children were under 18, the body was released to his brother. I sent several texts to his brother asking about funeral arrangements, telling him the kids may want to view their dad and that we wanted to be involved. I also told him Tommy wanted to be cremated. Tommy has three siblings, all married, and neither his mother nor any of them called any of Tommy’s kids.
I finally called his mother on Tuesday and she basically blamed his problems on me. I called my ex-SIL and went off, making sure she knew her niece and nephews were wondering why nobody had called them. Not five minutes later, all their aunts and uncles called. Only then were we invited to dinner with them. I forced my children to go. The funeral was planned for Friday and it was just really awkward. I asked about the obituary and by the looks on everyone’s faces, I knew they didn’t want me to see it. They, reluctantly, still showed it to me—and it was the worst thing I ever read.
They left me completely out of it but did mention another woman who was his friend for many years. They also suggested that donations be made to their church; no thought to set up a college fund or anything for his sons! I lost it and ended up walking out. My oldest son followed me and asked who this other lady was.
She was such a good friend that Tommy’s kids never met her! They also made the decision not to have a private viewing because they didn’t want to pay to rent a casket. Trust me, it was not a matter of having money, they are all very successful. They took the chance away from my kids to even say goodbye to their father. I’m leaving a lot out so this isn’t so long, but the worst part is yet to come...
We got to the funeral and Tommy’s family were all lined up in the front of the church. There was no place for my kids. We were left to the side like we didn’t even belong there. Everyone sat down and there were rows reserved for family, but not his kids. They should have been sitting right in front of their grandmother.
The first preacher then started talking and he listed all the people in Tommy’s family—all but his kids. The second preacher did the same thing. So far, they had not mentioned that Tommy was even a father or had kids. As I looked around at all the shocked faces, I was, once again, about to lose it.
I was about to stand up and go to the microphone, but before I could, my oldest son stood up, turned around, and faced the family. That’s when he got back at Tommy’s awful siblings. He raised his arms, and the entire left side of the church got up and walked out. I was so proud of my son, and I know Tommy walked right out of that church with us.
Want to know what they told us? “It was a mistake—Uncle C was going to mention the kids in his closing prayer.” Too little, too late!
32. Sore Losers
I was the runt of a large family, so I never won at any games. When I was about five, I was tickled to finally win one, and even more elated when my brothers told me they had a special prize for me...until I found out what that special prize actually was. they threw me outside in the pitch dark and told me the prize I won was a ticket to the underworld. They even said that Satan would be coming for me any minute.
For months, they reminded me about my prize. Every time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door, they would tell me it was time. They weren't what I would classify as nightmare siblings, but they were little jerks who delighted in taunting the runt.
33. Lost And Found
My sister abandoned her children—a baby, a two-year-old, and twins—and left them with multiple babysitters. After a week, the one babysitter tracked my mother down and asked if my sister had passed on or something...because she literally left her baby with her and never came back. Then, I had to go through friends lists and phone books, calling and messaging people asking if they saw the two-year-old. We eventually found her with a woman my sister barely knew.
As for the twins, we found them with a family that told us they'd been there for a month, and that it was becoming “normal” for them. They really didn't want to give them back. It was a messy situation all around, but it all worked out in the end—my mom took custody of the baby, the two-year-old went with the father, and the twins were ultimately adopted by the couple that had been caring for them.
34. One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
My brother uses all of his accomplishments to make himself feel as if he’s better than everyone. He especially loves to do it to me. My parents have always favored him much more than me and our other siblings. He’s mean to me even though I always looked up to him when I was younger. I’d come home from getting bullied at school, only to be bullied by my own brother.
He knows how to fight, and I’ve lost every fight I’ve been in with him. About seven years ago, I got diagnosed with stage 2 leukemia, and all of a sudden, things got weird—he was a totally different person to me. He even told me he felt awful because he could’ve lost me. But that’s not the sad part. I told him it wouldn’t matter if I passed on, it’s not like our parents would care.
Well, now he’s basically the same way he was before. As a matter of fact, he even jokes about my leukemia. I don’t look up to him anymore.
35. Sisters Before Misters
My brother and his (now ex) girlfriend had a super toxic relationship. I don’t know the whole story as I was never close with her (and I don’t trust my brother’s account of things), but there was something my brother did once that made me decide, “Oh, he’s not just a jerk in a toxic relationship, he’s a manipulative, horrific man."
He had his friend text him pretending to be the girlfriend’s best friend—and what they did was absolutely despicable. They orchestrated this whole story in which the best friend came on to my brother, but he turned her down because he was loyal to his girl. He even went as far as to save his friend’s contact info as the best friend’s phone number.
When he showed his girlfriend the texts, it obviously looked like her best friend sent them. She ultimately believed my brother over her best friend because “the phone number didn’t lie.” Also, my brother's a fantastic liar, so that helped. Anyway, they’ve been broken up for years now, and the ex-girlfriend and best friend still hate each other. They had been friends since they were seven.
36. Reverse Robin Hood
My sister forced my father to work his regular job and then spend months fixing up the upper floor on his house so she could move in with her three kids after a messy divorce. She didn’t get a job for a long time and when she finally did, it was only part-time because “she made more money picking up shifts.” She never got any certifications even though the job paid for it.
She was only supposed to be there wreaking havoc until she got back on her feet. Then, it became until the eldest was in college...then the second...then the third. They finally had to have the sheriff evict her because she was having her dealer drop stuff at the house. It would take hours to go into all the stuff she did to my parents, but the worst is what she did to her kids.
She made all of them get jobs when they turned 16 because she needed money to pay my parents' rent and utilities. The eldest worked 20 hours a week while in high school at minimum wage. But there was something she wasn’t telling them. My dad never charged her rent—he paid for all the utilities.
She made the kids work while in school to get money from them, and they thought it was going to the household. We are still not sure exactly where it all went.
37. Does That Count As A Knock Knock Joke?
When I was little, my dad took me and my siblings to the Indianapolis Museum of Art, where there was an exhibit that scared the heck out of me. It consisted of a bunch of wooden furniture and shelving, while an audio clip of a low, deep mumbling and loud knocking noises played. This scared the absolute dickens out of six-year-old me.
Anyway, my brother and sister took complete advantage of this situation—they decided to tell me this was the "Knock Knock Man," a murderous ghost who traveled through wood and took the lives of small children. For weeks, my sister would knock on the wall between our rooms late at night, while my brother, with who I shared a wooden bunk bed, made low, rumbling noises.
38. Led Astray
When I was about six, my brother, who was 12, explained to me that we were going to participate in a 'trust' exercise. I trusted him completely, so I giddily accepted. He took me outside and instructed me to close my eyes. He said he would guide me on a walk. Well, after about five minutes of happily holding his hands and walking around with my eyes closed, I felt it.
He made me step into a pile of fresh dog poop. I literally felt it squishing up through my bare toes. I broke down and cried because of that betrayal of trust. He just laughed and left me to clean it off. I never trusted him after that. My brother is still a jerk.
39. Attempted Identity Theft
My younger brother's whole life is a lie. He never really worked any jobs or had any girlfriends. He didn't get a driver’s license until he was maybe 32 would just yell at everyone to drive him places. Fast forward to him trying to put his life together after our mom passed on—my workplace was hiring and I told him about it (mainly because I didn't think it would last anyway, honestly).
Turns out, he was doing great there, even though we would never interact at work at all. Then slowly, I started hearing these stories from people. "Your brother was telling me about a time…" He was telling everyone all of the details behind events in my life, from youth sports to my 20s to my traveling phase. But then it got worse.
He started to tell everyone at work I was sleeping with multiple women at work. Not only did I go to H, but the women did too, and HR did nothing to him. They literally said, "Brothers will be brothers." He told this same stuff to my then-wife, which led to our divorce. He even took my ex to the station to file a false report against me. Thankfully, that was easily thrown out.
Eventually, I parted ways with that place of employment. Two months later, he also quit that job, but he hasn't talked to me since.
40. She’s Always Watching
My eldest sister is the queen of gaslighting. She's the type of person who tracks her followers on social media. As soon as someone unfollows her, she confronts that person about why they stopped following her. Once, 12 years after graduating high school, one of my best friends who I had lost touch with after graduating was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer.
Some of our old high school group got together and threw her a fundraiser to help with medical costs. I was the one friend of the group that sort of lost touch with everyone else and my sister started asking me questions like, “Why are you so interested in helping her all of a sudden?” When I asked her what she meant, she hit me with the dagger: “I just think it’s interesting that you're suddenly interested in her illness when you haven’t talked to her in years.”
To this day, I don’t know what she meant, but I could only conclude that she thought I was trying to latch onto the attention she was getting by throwing a big fundraiser for her. It was so out of left-field and not at all why I did any of it. Meanwhile, my friends were so relieved to have my help as I work in project management myself. My friend passed a few weeks later.
More recently, my dad messaged the family and said he was experiencing a really bad fever and other symptoms. He asked us where he could go get tested. All of us started sharing links and info on where to go. An hour later, she texted me: “Hey, should I have left you to talk with dad about the testing? I was talking about it with them initially but you seemed to really want to give them the info about it even though you’ve never gone and I have.”
This was her main priority while our father was ill and frantically trying to find help during his crisis. His test came back negative, by the way. I could go on and on with examples of her doing this. The worst part is that my parents always tell me, “Continue being the mature one and don’t even entertain it, otherwise it will be awkward for everyone.”
So not only can I not defend myself, but I also have to just take it so the family can have fake happy dinners together.
41. The D Is For Denial
My sister has really severe OCD. She isn’t a nightmare herself, but living with her was really tough, especially since she really didn’t want to admit she had OCD. I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen ever growing up. There were times she wouldn’t even let me breathe in her direction because she didn’t want my air getting on her.
I still have never been in her bedroom, even though it’s a few feet away from mine.
42. There Are No Shortcuts In Life
My siblings convinced me to grab an electric cow fence because it would give me superpowers. Needless to say, I did not get powers. But I did end up gasping for breath a few feet away from that fence.
43. Judas Kiss
While my mom was dying of lung cancer, unable to move, and in horrible pain, my brother took all of her pain relief medicated bandages. She even kept them under her pillow, so no one could have access to them. But he found a sneaky loophole—he would bend to kiss her, and sneak his hand under to grab them.
44. I’m Not My Brother’s Message Keeper
He pushed me into the sliding glass door because I didn't know if the phone had rung or not. After about five minutes of him yelling about the phone, I snapped and said, "Just leave me alone." His response was to shove me. He cracked the glass and everything. For reference, I was 12 and he was 23.
45. Jesus Take The Wheel
My younger sister grabbed the wheel while I was driving and we almost went into a ditch. When I asked her why she did that, she told me she wanted to see my reaction.
46. Fork Off
When I was a teenager, my sister stabbed me with a fork. Like, it was sticking out of my leg. This is 40 years ago. It was one of many times she was violent with me. I was visiting my family a few years ago and my niece (that is, my sister’s daughter) brought it up like it was a joke. Everyone had a good laugh. I had to tell her that stabbing someone is not funny.
This dysfunctional family is the reason I live three hours away and limit my visits.
47. A Bitter Pill
I returned from five months overseas and found my sister had been hiding my mom’s Alzheimer’s medication from her. What she did was actually pure evil. During the times when my mom actually remembered she was supposed to be taking it, my sister would tell her, "No, you took it today already." Why? Oh, to make my mom lose her mind faster so she could scam her pension and the house off of her. Charming.
48. The Ex Factor
When I was 8, my psychotic sister took me on a joyride. She was furious that her ex-boyfriend wouldn’t take her back, so she drove to his neighborhood WITH ME IN HER CAR and caused a scene. When yelling for him outside his house didn't work, she lost it. She stared at me with her teary, glazed-over eyes, then uttered three chilling words that made my blood run cold: "CLOSE YOUR EYES."
When he heard us screaming, he came running to the stop sign, made her turn around, and snatched me out of the car. He then called my parents and he made sure she didn't come anywhere near me while we waited. We thought she'd eventually snap out of her craziness, but she never did. When I grew up, she wound up sleeping with my ex.
49. Backfiring On All Cylinders
My sister had a nice job working for the FBI. Her job was to do background checks on people in need of security clearance. There was a guy there who she liked, a cruise ship captain, and he needed to renew his clearance. Her little crush led her to do something so disturbing, it’s unforgettable. To try and drive a wedge between him and his girlfriend, my sister added items to his girlfriend's record.
The guy got suspicious and asked the staff to run an investigation. She was eventually convicted and sent to federal prison for a year. What was really messed up though was that she didn't tell her kids, who were in their late teens and early 20s, that she had court issues. So they came home from school one day to an answering machine message saying, "Mommy can't make dinner tonight because she'll be in prison for a while."
50. Don’t Bring A Knife To A Fishing Trip
My half-brothers are a bit older than me. One day, they were both sitting on our dock fishing. The oldest brother picked up a knife out of the tackle box. It was a brand new knife of some kind, specifically for gutting fish or something. I still can’t erase what happened next from my memory. The oldest brother looked at my middle brother and said, "Hmm, I wonder how sharp this knife is."
Then, without hesitation, he literally stabbed it into the top of the middle brother's thigh. He was totally casual about it too as if it was no big deal that the knife was in deep enough to STAND UPRIGHT by itself.
51. Mean Girl
There’s a lot of drama with my fiancé’s sister. She’s always been rude to me and I don’t know why. When I first met her she seemed nice and I liked her, my fiancé’s friends told me to be careful because she always acts that way at the beginning and then she shows her true colors, which she did.
Even my fiancé told me not to trust her and not share much with her because she tends to use and twist whatever she sees and hears from other people. Despite all that, I always treated her with respect and was nice to her, until I got tired of her behavior.
She started with mean looks, mean comments about my accent to other people, not saying hi to me when she saw me, completely ignoring my presence and talking to whoever was next to me but not me, and then she started making comments about my family (we all speak Spanish so we have an accent when we speak in English).
She started saying things to my fiancé like, “Do you even understand what they are saying”?, which he ignored, then she one day just closed the front door when I was walking towards it after watching me struggle with grocery bags, complaining to her friends about how much she wanted me to go away even though I was engaged to her brother.
She's constantly making offensive jokes at lunch with her grandparents, she even insulted me in Spanish and when I called her out for it, she just laughed and ignored me. My fiancé has talked to her multiple times, but nothing changed, she just got defensive and started yelling at him, which seems to be what she does whenever someone tells her something she doesn’t like.
Despite all that, I tried to be civil around her for her parents’ sake since we get along really well and love spending time together. That was until one night she went off on me when her parents mentioned our upcoming wedding.
We were talking about guests and she started saying who should go and who shouldn’t, how I should think about their family and not mine when it came to guests (mind you, there will be three times more people from my fiancé’s side than mine), all of this because she wanted to invite her friends, so we tried to tell her that it was our wedding and it was our decision to see who we invite.
She said, “Well, we are paying for it”, which is not true, my fiancé's parents offered to help pay for the wedding and we are incredibly grateful for that, but she’s not giving us anything. She even went as far as saying, “We are just doing this because of your dad”, and that set me off.
A little background: my dad can’t come to the US because he doesn’t have a visa so my fiancé and I decided to do our wedding in Cabo. It was our decision because of course I have to have my dad at my wedding, and Cabo is a beautiful place for a destination wedding.
Going back to that night, after she said that, I just lost it on her. Things went bad really quick. She started yelling, I raised my voice because I was not going to let her talk about my family and wouldn’t let her yell at me, and then my fiancé and I left. We saw her only once after that (of course, she never said hi to me or acknowledged my presence), and we avoided her since then.
Now our wedding is coming up in five months and, of course, she’s going. We didn’t want to invite her but we knew we had to in order to avoid a fight with his parents, but now we just really don’t want to have her there because we know how much she likes to start drama. We’re even more anxious because we rented a villa so both families can be together and make a vacation out of it.
We’ll have it for a full week but we totally forgot about having to deal with her, and now we’re regretting it. My mother-in-law said her daughter will only go for the wedding, but it turns out she decided to go for the full week and made (yes, made), her dad buy her a plane ticket for those dates.
Her mom suggested that we could have a sit-down talk with her to talk about these issues and make sure we “clear the air” so nothing happens during our wedding week, but she also said she can’t promise it’ll go smoothly because her daughter is very difficult to deal with, and I don’t know if I want to do that.
I really don’t want to see her again because I know it’ll turn into a fight if we decide to have that talk, I don’t feel like I want to deal with that.
52. Sharing Isn’t Caring
Okay, so, this happened a few years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday and to be honest, still can't understand what my sister was thinking. A little backstory: My sister and I had to share EVERYTHING as kids. Not to mention I was forced to be her and our younger brother's "second mother", but that’s a story for another time. For some of my childhood, I was happy to share things with my sister.
Sweets, snacks, toys—the normal kid things. There are four years between us, I'm the oldest and as you can probably guess, when I reached my teen years I wanted my own things and to spend time alone. Nope. She wanted me to do everything with her. I could barely spend ten minutes in the bathroom before she would start banging on the door.
Unfortunately, when I was around 15, my siblings and I were taken into foster care. We were separated from our brother which was difficult for both of us and for a while I didn't mind my sister wanting to spend all her time with me. Shortly after my 16th birthday I wanted to have my own space and things that are, well, mine.
She would argue with me over not sharing MY stuff and of course, typical sibling fights and yelling happened almost every other day. We sort of grew out of our sibling squabbles over the years but she kinda developed a "the-world-owes-me" attitude which drove me crazy. I did my best to hold in my frustrations but I'm human and sometimes…I kinda snapped.
A couple of years after my daughter was born, my sister and I weren't really talking much because of her selfish attitude towards me spending most of my time and income on my daughter. During one of the times we were on good terms, she was over for the weekend and everything was okay. Until a conversation lead to her telling me she was going to take my daughter for a week because she wanted to spend time with her because it was "her turn."
I said, "Not gonna happen. She is MY daughter, not a doll or pet we share”. She gets mad and starts yelling. I told her to leave and she argues how "she had parental rights" and "social services will force me to allow her to take my daughter whenever she wants". I laughed, told her to get out and don't come back. Honestly, I don't know if she seriously thought that it was her right to have my daughter.
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