06-04-2014, 04:34 AM
I kind of just sat down and wrote down my thoughts, so this isn't the most organized, but I wanted to get this out, I'm open to guidance or reassurance from anyone who gets it, I can't be the only one.
My brother and I have never really been close. I mean, we were as kids, but as all younger siblings are, he was always really attached, which became a problem when I started making friends in middle school, he wanted to hang out with us all the time, and I was always made to let him tag along. Whenever my friends came over, we never had any time away from him, he'd be all chipper and jolly while we were seething over our obligation to let him hang out with us.
That led to me losing friends, which led to me hating my brother, which eventually led to him spreading rumors about me in school, which was around the time I was really struggling with my sexuality. He loved asking people if they thought I looked gay, or if they thought if I wore faggy clothes, or if they thought I was creepy and weird.
He was relentlessly cruel, and I hated him, especially since I had to live with him. Every day I had to live with the fact that I was being bullied by my younger brother, several years my junior, and that everyone knew about it. Since then, our lives have changed. I came out in college and for the first time, I feel like I have a life worth living. Meanwhile, my brother dropped out of high school and has lost most of his friends.
Things have changed, but our relationship as siblings never really recovered from those years in high school. Our relationship is tense and awkward at best, I hate the person he's become, and I hate the air he breathes. He's become cocky, egocentric, and very shallow, all he cares about is money. All he talks about is money in some way, shape or form, it's like he needs to label everything's worth, and it makes me really depressed to be around him.
I know he's not a bad person, but he's beyond the point of no return. The few friends he has are all the same, and he looks up to them. He will always be like this, this is what he's done to himself. Meanwhile, he's been trying to work his way back into my life, and I feel terrible saying this, but I really wish he would just leave me alone.
I know it's wrong to say that, but we have nothing in common, and he mostly just talks about himself. Spending time with him takes energy, I don't feel comfortable around him, I feel like all he cares about is trying to impress me with his life, and I hate having to pretend that I'm impressed, I doubt he's stupid enough to not see right through that.
Tonight he asked me if I would come with him to get him cigarettes. He wants this badly to be close with me, that he has to ask me to get him his cigs just for a chance to talk to me in the car and catch up. I almost want to because I feel bad, but I just can't stand him. I'm not ready to invite him back into my life yet, and it doesn't help that I'm feeling the pressure from my parents, they always expected me to be the bigger person.
I feel so bad, but there's no win. I can't stand spending time with him, there's no connection, just him trying to impress me or make me laugh with a story that really isn't that funny, but I grin and chuckle anyway and I end up feeling fake, just like him, but I also feel bad for pushing him away. There's no simple cut-and-paste solution, our relationship as siblings has been badly damaged, and as I said, I still don't feel ready to be close with him.
My brother and I have never really been close. I mean, we were as kids, but as all younger siblings are, he was always really attached, which became a problem when I started making friends in middle school, he wanted to hang out with us all the time, and I was always made to let him tag along. Whenever my friends came over, we never had any time away from him, he'd be all chipper and jolly while we were seething over our obligation to let him hang out with us.
That led to me losing friends, which led to me hating my brother, which eventually led to him spreading rumors about me in school, which was around the time I was really struggling with my sexuality. He loved asking people if they thought I looked gay, or if they thought if I wore faggy clothes, or if they thought I was creepy and weird.
He was relentlessly cruel, and I hated him, especially since I had to live with him. Every day I had to live with the fact that I was being bullied by my younger brother, several years my junior, and that everyone knew about it. Since then, our lives have changed. I came out in college and for the first time, I feel like I have a life worth living. Meanwhile, my brother dropped out of high school and has lost most of his friends.
Things have changed, but our relationship as siblings never really recovered from those years in high school. Our relationship is tense and awkward at best, I hate the person he's become, and I hate the air he breathes. He's become cocky, egocentric, and very shallow, all he cares about is money. All he talks about is money in some way, shape or form, it's like he needs to label everything's worth, and it makes me really depressed to be around him.
I know he's not a bad person, but he's beyond the point of no return. The few friends he has are all the same, and he looks up to them. He will always be like this, this is what he's done to himself. Meanwhile, he's been trying to work his way back into my life, and I feel terrible saying this, but I really wish he would just leave me alone.
I know it's wrong to say that, but we have nothing in common, and he mostly just talks about himself. Spending time with him takes energy, I don't feel comfortable around him, I feel like all he cares about is trying to impress me with his life, and I hate having to pretend that I'm impressed, I doubt he's stupid enough to not see right through that.
Tonight he asked me if I would come with him to get him cigarettes. He wants this badly to be close with me, that he has to ask me to get him his cigs just for a chance to talk to me in the car and catch up. I almost want to because I feel bad, but I just can't stand him. I'm not ready to invite him back into my life yet, and it doesn't help that I'm feeling the pressure from my parents, they always expected me to be the bigger person.
I feel so bad, but there's no win. I can't stand spending time with him, there's no connection, just him trying to impress me or make me laugh with a story that really isn't that funny, but I grin and chuckle anyway and I end up feeling fake, just like him, but I also feel bad for pushing him away. There's no simple cut-and-paste solution, our relationship as siblings has been badly damaged, and as I said, I still don't feel ready to be close with him.