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Originally Posted by BellaBerlee
A SECOND story - was when I had moved to Florida. My brother (who is 5 years older than me) used to torment me to no end. Often, I'd lock myself in the bathroom, crying, waiting for my dad to get home. Well one day he started really teasing me, so I called him a jerk-off. My father did NOT like that. And definitely had a lecture and a half about proper language and to the point of "I will wash your mouth out with soap if I ever hear that word again out of your mouth..."
To this day I'm afraid to say jerk-off around my father, even though it's not THAT bad of a word!
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Don't you love that our brothers harassed us and we got in trouble for reacting? Like, the kid was tormenting you to the point that you'd lock yourself in the bathroom and all you did was call him a name! Similar story for me...
My brother and I were going at it. He was ready to beat the pulp out of me so I ran down the hall and into my room. I pushed my dresser in front of my bedroom door so he couldn't get in. He pushed on the door so hard that my dresser fell over, everything on it went smashing to the floor, drawers dumped out contents, etc. and I said the S**t word. He told on me for saying the S**t word. I got an hour long lecture on how girls shouldn't swear because they sound like sluts. Did I say a word about WHY I said that word? NO WAY. If I had told, then the next time would've just been worse...
Thank goodness we grew up
