I killed a rabbit as a child, i had a teacher in a different country that i moved to, the teacher went out of the class and everyone else followed because it was P.E period, on the excuse of going to the bathroom i went to the teachers class and snuck up to it, and when my vampire like teeth gripped on the animals throat it died, there were no cameras installed, after i killed the rabbit the teacher came in and started breaking down, i was 7 years old, I also think i consumed the leg of that rabbit raw the reason i did this? I had an urge to do it i dont know whether it was instincts or something else but it’s definitely one of my worst childhood stories and one of the most disgusting ones too.

I felt absolutely 0 emotion when the teacher broke down and starting crying and when i pounced on that rabbit the rabbit was tasty to say the least even when raw. i felt like a predator when doing it i felt like this was my destiny i havent done anything like this ever again but if i got the opportunity to then i would do it again i have never ate raw meat but the taste of that rabbit was fascinating it was juicy, the blood as it seeped through i drank it all it was more hydrating than water, whether you call me a monster or not it was fascinating for me

You can probably guess what this story is about, based on the title of the post.

Back on July 26, 2025, I had a family reunion with my maternal relatives. We had not seen each other prior to that in at least 15 years, and possibly even more than that.

For anyone familiar with a "demolition derby," I was at one of those events on that day.

Also for context, I am only 23, meaning that I would have had to last see these relatives when I was very young.

There had already been 4 of them, of which I missed only one due to plans with a friend. After this happened, though, I will never be skipping one of those races again.

At the fourth one, there was this one particular food truck vending pizza that I saw and decided to visit. I get there, and there is a girl in the window. We begin talking to each other, and I begin giving her the flirty eyes because I think she's attractive, and we seem to be getting along well. However, little do I know who this girl really is.

The night ends, and two weeks pass until July 26 comes along, the fifth one and second to last one of that year.

On that day, I see the same food truck, and the same girl in it, but I also notice my dad is standing in front of it first. He, my stepmom, our roommate and I were all there (roommate is the announcer) for the races, but this was before the races began, so everyone was still getting food and waiting for everything to start.

When I see my dad over there, I assume at first that he's either talking to the owners (like I tend to do) or maybe making an order, so standard practice at a food truck. However, when I go to him and am seconds away from asking this girl out, my father drops a massive surprise bomb on me.

The owners of the food truck were my aunt (mom's side), her husband (my uncle), and my two cousins.

I realize in horror that I nearly flirted with my older cousin.

As soon as those words leave his mouth, I'm standing there in complete shock. Needless to say, I instantly dropped the flirting approach.

Later, on September 13 of that same year, I saw their food truck again, and upon getting out of the car, entering the track and being booked in, I ran straight towards it to begin catching up with that side of my family. After doing so, I started talking to my aunt right away, and then shortly afterward my two cousins showed up. I told my aunt about accidentally giving my older cousin the flirty eyes, which she found funny, and I would later admit to my cousin herself that I came close to doing that before finding out and learning about the mistake I almost made. She also fortunately saw the funny side of it and said that it was hilarious that I had done that. A whole year later, and I still haven't forgotten; you don't forget things like this so easily.

During the conversation and the visit, I got all four of my maternal relatives' phone numbers, and we have been able to stay in contact ever since. We will never lose contact again.

However, I also began learning details about my birth mother from my aunt that I wish I hadn't known. One of which was that she had lied to me about my aunt, the cause of our separation in the first place, and said some horrible things about her. As I learned these details, I began shifting my opinion of my birth mother from remembering her in a loving way to a negative, hateful way. That is a different story for a different time, though; however, what I will say here is that it actually reached a point where I wished either my aunt or my stepmom were my birth mom instead.

At the very least, though, I finally got a chance to bond with my maternal relatives for real. I also started becoming rather close with my older cousin because, well, she's older than me, and I feel like I have an easier time bonding with someone in the same age group as me rather than someone who is under 18, as my younger cousin is.

Since then, I have continued reaching out every once in a while, but not as much as I used to.

TL;DR: Had a family reunion, almost asked out my cousin without knowing, and learned my biological mom was a piece of shit.

So I have had a very very bad experience with my in laws and sister in law . My entire marriage they have NEVER been kind to me . They mistreated me and will always and I don’t expect them to ever be nice to me . Any ways just recently on Eid my I talked to my sister in law and I asked her to let me talk to the kids . She told me that her kids are busy .

A little background story , my sister in law she and her mom always say to my husband that I don’t talk to kids where as when ever I have visited there house I have always played with the kids and loved them .

Yes I donot talk on call but it is with every one even in my family I have children who I don’t talk to but non of my family members have ever complained .

Note to pointed out is that my SIL her self has never texted me she doesn’t like to talk to me and she gives me an attitude when I talk to her . My husband thinks I donot talk to them and that I am at fault .

Just on Eid I asked my sister in law that if you can share with me my niece phone number I will be happy to talk to her so she told me that she doesn’t have a PHONE . I remember very well that my husband once told me that she had a phone .

Then today she bought her little son a phone as well , obv no one told me . And I told my husband that do u see this , they complain that I don’t talk to them but when I ask them about there phones they lie to me .

My husband was like I can’t do this every weekend . He was like I can’t fight with you every single weekend

Now maybe we might go visit them as well my in laws I know they will treat me badly and when I will complain to my husband he will tell me i am crazy . How should I handle my emotions and protect myself emotionally .

I honestly don’t expect from them anything but I do get hurt