The Big Lie

Growing up, my second oldest sister and I hated each other, and I had my dad to blame for it. Sad thing is, he doesn't even remember causing this hatred, because he was drunk. Not that I would have ever confronted him on it. It happened one night, my little sister and I were playing house in our room innocently. My drunk dad came in and caught me kissing a pillow, when I looked up he was just standing there looking at me. I was so scared I didn't know what to do or what was going to happen to me. I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach just waiting for his wrath, but the beating never came he just staggered away from me.
I still didn't know what he was going to do, so I followed him and hid. He walked into the living room where my sister was, and my dad started telling her that he had caught me kissing my younger sister (and not in a sisterly way)and doing things that only big people do. My sister believed the big lie that came out of my dads mouth, and she was disgusted with me. From that day on she hated me, and she treated me with hatred. If I looked at a movie with a lady in it, or a commercial with a lady in it for even a second, she would call me horrible names.
Sometimes I didn't know who to hate more my sister for believing the lie or my dad for telling the lie. I asked myself why didn't he just beat the cramp out of me, that would've hurt for just a couple of hours, but instead what he chose to do hurt me for many years. As an adult I have never confronted my dad because, one he wouldn't remember, and two he would deny it ever happened. I also have never had the guts to tell my sister that what my dad said about me that one night was just a big lie, and that the way she treated me as a little kid was horrible. Today that incident only bothers me when I think of it, thank God I don't think of that one to often.