I remember one Saturday after some drinks, my dad said something problematic about my brother, this wasn't just one thing that set me off, it was week and weeks of this bullying that set me off.
i don't remember what actual wording but either way i was pissed off
we were sat in the living room when it started, i was sat in my usual chair, my dad was sat across from me and mum was next to me, so we were sat in a triangle formation of sorts.
I've never been an angry person. most of the time i would bottle it up and let it out in private. but this night i screamed at my dad to shut up, to stop picking on my brother.
and i like to think it worked as i remember something in his face shifted, shifted in a way I've never seen before