For context, it started with me getting out of the shower. I still had my towel wrapped around myself and I can’t remember exactly what we were fighting about but she went into my room, still with the towel wrapped around me, and started yelling at me. Yelling isn’t foreign in my household but it always escalated quickly. Really didn’t affect my dignity that much since we’re both females, but I never had that close relationship with my mother where I felt open to tell her about my problems.
I started yelling back because at this point in life, I learned how to not get pushed around anymore and to stand up for myself, and I don’t exactly remember how, but she hit me, which stated before, happened a lot.
It felt like time froze and for a split second, the thought of hitting back crossed my mind. So I slapped her hard on the cheek. Her face was of shock as she registered what just happened. Then she started pulling my hair, and so I started pulling hers back. In the end, I wasn’t that little girl she could control anymore because she ended up leaving.
For the record, we didn’t really hurt each other that much, just a bit of scratches were her nails dug on my hand. Though this happened a while ago, I still can’t regret what I did that day. Because she never hit me again after, not even my younger sister which I am thankful for. So even if I did something wrong, at least my sister won’t go through what I did.
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I hit my mother too. On many occasions. My context is that this was many decades ago. (This in in no way a justification for what I did.) I come from a broken family. I lived with my mother and grandmother and brother. My mother and Nanny (Grandmother) would fight incessantly. Sometimes it would get physical. One day when they went at it I got upset and tried to intervene. I was eating at the kitchen table as they went at it and something just snapped and I wanted them to just stop. I got up and ran across the kitchen jumping onto my mother’s back as she was fighting with Nanny and began to punch and slap her with my right hand. Left hand was on her left shoulder holding on. She managed to reach around with her left arm and get enough of a hold on me as to throw me into the wall while resuming the melee. It was only when they both noticed that after hitting the wall I’d begun to choke on the hot dog I was eating when this started that they stopped.
Sounds to me like both you and your mother are younger than I am now. You are also a girl/woman/them? (Sorry, don’t want to be offensive to anyone here.) Sounds like a cat fight! Seems like you did make a point to your mother. Hope you and your sister fare well. Stay strong!