My sister's relationship sponsored her years of abuse against my dead mother and myself.

My sister was a mentally unstable person who tortured me as a child. Once before she "ran away" (a term that is not exactly correct since the man she married was clever enough to "make-it-legal" by having our mentally impaired and morally questionable father sign a parental consent for the marriage.) she was eating smelly cheese on a hot day in our truck while our mother was in a business and I complained about the smell. She took the obnoxious stuff and smeared it on me. I was fed up with her abuse and I told her that there would be an inevitable day of reckoning for her soon since I was ten years old, growing, and had a big grudge. Later the milk advisory board stole the idea for one of their ads.