Growing up with Bullies

My Sister called to bully me again tonight. To tell me that Dad doesn't want to see me. That 'she' and Dad aren't 'comfortable' spending time with me. Accusing of me for telling Mom that I asked for emotional distance and now I can have what I want and stay away. All her lies. She accused me of only wanting what "I I I" want. I told her to stop projecting on me. 

   Because she has no right to keep me away from my Dad, I'm going to just go over there tomorrow. 

   I don't have a taser yet to protect myself from her abusive boyfriend, I may ask my brother or sister in law to go there also. 

   It's always stunning to me how my family have always accused me of mean nasty traits that are completely opposite of my kind loyal nature. I guess an abuser tactic to put shame back on someone to control them by shame and intimidation. 

   Lynne accused me of not taking care of my parents the last 10 years she's been living at the ranch or in drug rehab. Sigh... I let that crazy lie go in confronted at this time. For feck sake. I'm trying to focus on my Mom and survive this week. Toxic people who are intelligent are the worst. Lynne is a master of diverting attention from herself onto the nearest gazelle.Well, I'm not a fucking gazelle anymore and what goes around comes around. 

   Some day soon I'm going to let her have it and tell her everything I've held inside my whole life. Being raised with bullies has been brutal for me to overcome. Things will soon change. Once my Mom goes, I will no longer be bullied into 'keeping the peace' or being complacent in this abusive paradigm.