Baby Blue, maybe we had the same parents. My baby brother would get furious and chase us with a meat cleaver. My older sister and I would race into our bedroom and push the dresser against the door. My mother would be screaming that she'a calling the police and having a heart attack etc. She never punished my brother, never told our father and never had the brains to hide or get rid of the meat cleaver. This played out many times . When my brother was old enough to drive he'd take us to the grocery store. If my mother criticised his driving, he would dump us out at the store and drive home. My mom would call home and ask my dad to pick us up. He never questioned why my brother came home without us. My grown up brother still has major anger issues almost 50 years later. He never learned how to argue(fight fair), "it's his way or the highway" Alot of people should never become parents.
