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[quote=Anonymous]My cousin had just gotten engaged. Her younger brother (who was like, 27-ish, so a grown adult) was being really weird, which says a lot because he's already super weird, ultimately shoved her - hands on chest style - and she fell down a short flight of stairs (she was physically fine). Her fiancé lost his shit and charged Younger Brother and Fiancé's dad had to tackle him and pin him to a chair to keep him from attacking Younger Brother. My uncle, the father of the two cousins, yelled at Fiancé whose response was, "I'm sorry Mr. Bing, but he was hurting Brenda!" Happy THanksgiving! I've now known him for 25 years and he's the most gentle, kindest guy who I love. Younger Brother and Husband get along just fine - it was just that one night. We were all SHOCKED! Nobody gets in physical fights in our family. It's just not done - we generally all get along swimmingly. This was my mom's disaster, but she's dead so I'll share it: she used to host Passover and start cooking like two weeks in advance. She made this apple-matzoh pudding that everyone LOVED, so she'd make two huge pans of it each year - one for our immediate family later in the week and one for the seder for extended family. I was in HS and it was nearly midnight and my mom was cooking up a storm, and I went to say goodnight to her. She went to take one of the puddings, fully cooked, out of the oven, and dropped it face down on the kitchen floor. We both stared in shock and horror. Our beloved pudding! My mom started to cry. "I have to pee! What do I do?" I immediately became an adult, closed the oven door, grabbed the oven mitts from her, told her to go pee and I'd start cleaning up the floor. We served one and our immediate family had none. [/quote]
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