Well, I suppose this is a "Just how detached is one soul meant to be?" type post.

Tonight, my sister and her boyfriend had an altercation. It started out over the fact that one of their dogs is sick, and my sister, Dana, was more or less overreacting about it. However, it quickly began to escalate, even with their friend Sabrina, and her son Reese there. It gets worse when Terry (the boyfriend) accuses Dana of breaking a cabinet door that apparently he spent 150 dollars to build himself.

Well, this goes on for about an hour, and I had been just standing there watching all of this taking place, not really feeling...well, anything. Except annoyance, because I was sick of standing there, and just wanted to know where the hell I was going to end up spending the night.

Well, at one point, I walked back into my little side room, and then a few moments later, Terry starts shrieking, and apparently threw a chair at my sister. Again, I showed no emotion, didn't even feel emotion aside from the annoyance. Well, skip ahead a few more minutes, and I go back in the house to get a drink of water and use the bathroom, since my sister was still there.

Well, everything seemed to be going okay, right up until my sister decided again to leave. She tried to find her shoes at the front door, didn't find them. She goes to the back door, near where I'm standing, and Terry suddenly comes out the room, and grabs her face, and pushes her down, and she hits her head on the very back door. I finally end up raising my voice, but only a tick, and basically telling him to back away. I stay between him and her and he talks shit to her.