Tears of frustration equals TICKED OFF

I have a strange quirk surrounding tears, not tears of joy or tears of grief, but tears that are jerked out by the hands of someone who has done something so dark, evil and hurtful that the only thing one can do is cry tears of pure frustration. Those kind of tears tick me off to the core.

It's bad when someone frustrates ME to the point of tears, when that happens I start drawing very clear boundaries. Go away, stay away and never show your mean face again. Don't call, don't write, don't even think about me, because I'll hear your thoughts and mentally rip your face off and feed it to you.

But wait, there's more to my quirky aversion to tears of frustration. So far, in my life, there have been only two people in my life that I feel the personal affects of their tears. My Mother and my sister. For some unknown reason, if a person makes THEM cry, I will rip your face off and feed it to you. Don't ask me why, it just is.

Recently, a person related by biological connection ONLY has made my sister cry. Oh, I'm mad, no, I'm ticked... no, I'm downright PISSED OFF! Why? I guess I just love her, certainly she doesn't need me for protection, she's capable of ripping off faces and feeding them back to the offender, just as I am. Just the same, my claws are out. He made her cry and I'm mad, ticked, pissed off.

For at least an hour today, my fingers hovered over the key board, mentally typing my response to this thing, fingers that were prepared to rip, tear and feed all through cyberspace. I resisted. I won. I didn't type anything to the freak that hurt my sister, it wouldn't solve the problem, it would feed the fire. I'm not interested in feeding a fire.... maybe a face but not a fire.

To my dear sister, at least we came out normal, compassionate, kind, understanding and smart. What more could we ask for? Love ya, Sis.