Entry Nine

Present

As of New Year’s Eve of this year, I will be out of a job. My company got bought out by another company and they decided that two corporate offices were one too many. They’re moving all operations to their current corporate office in another state. That’s okay, I’m actually pretty happy about the whole thing. I get a nice fat severance package and a chance to work at a new company that isn’t infested with cranky old women.

Past

My brothers were always a bit rough on me growing up. I could swear that my oldest brother thought the purpose of my birth was to provide him with a personal punching bag. Considering that I was the youngest and only girl, everyone always assumed that my two older brothers would be my loving protectors. LOL, yeah, that very rarely happened.

I actually have quite a few facial scars that I can contribute to my brothers. The scar between my brows was caused by my oldest brother pushing my face into the corner of my grandparents’ old record player. We were playing blind man’s bluff and I was the blind man. I got within an inch of tagging him and he decided that losing to his younger sister was not an option. He smashed my face into the massive 60’s made stereo, which was the size of a couch, then claimed it was my fault for bumping into him too hard. He always had some lame excuse up his sleeve. I have another scar on the top of my right brow from when he smashed my face into a wall. Not sure the reason for that incident. Many times during my childhood I suffered fat lips at his hands. One time he pushed my face into the wooden arm rest of my grandfather’s recliner, got a fat lip and a loose tooth that time. Thank goodness I still had all my baby teeth or his ass would’ve been grass. I eventually got my oldest brother back. I locked all the doors to my grandparents’ house one day and wouldn’t let him in. He got so pissed that he put his fist through a glass pane in the kitchen screen door. I laughed in his face as the blood dripped down from the massive open gash in his arm.

My other brother wasn’t quite as brutal. However, his one major assault did land me in the emergency room. I had a hold of my brother’s keychain and wouldn’t give it up. He chased me throughout the house screaming for me to give it back. When he finally caught up to me, he smashed my head against a door frame. I felt pressure against my head and a ringing sound but I managed to right myself and give him a big smile as if to say, “fuck you, you ain’t getting the best of me.” It was then that I saw the terror in my brother’s face. I suddenly felt a wet, tingling sensation from the top of my head and realized that blood was pouring down my face. Since my grandmother couldn’t drive, she called my mother at work to pick me up and take me to the hospital. It took my mother all of 10 minutes to haul ass across the river from the bar in Harrisburg. She came into the house, took one look at my brother and said, “I’ll deal with you when I get back,” then grabbed my ass and threw me in the back of her green Ford Pinto station wagon and took off. I was fine in the end, just a few stitches and a permanent dent on the top of my head that my husband is completely fascinated with. He rubs my dent from time to time and claims he can feel my brain. He’s so full of shit.

There’s one scar that I’m not sure about. It’s a small one, about ¾ of an inch long on my scalp line near my left temple. I can feel a crack in my skull right were the scar is at. Sometimes it hurts when there’s a bad rainstorm. I think my brothers figured that if I couldn’t remember how it happened, there’s no reason to tell me.