I've one older brother, who I love and respect,and reading some of the responses in this thread makes me realize I'm pretty fortunate. He's 31, I'm 26.
Growing up, he was kind of my protector, never had to deal with the stereotypical older brother bully. He was thrown into the man-of-the-house position against his will when my dad's schizophrenia pretty much disabled him from providing, but he just grinned and bore it, and he shielded me from the brunt of my father's schizophrenic and alcoholic outbursts. My brother became the main bread winner after my dad was out of the picture and while my mom struggled to get an education (housewife of 20 ish years at that point), raise me, and deal with the shit storm my father left in his wake. Never once did I sense an ounce of resentment from him, just a lot of him encouragement to do what he couldn't, which was go to college.
Now that life is "normal," I still find my brother to be pretty fucking awesome. He's pretty successful (way more so than I'll probably ever be, but he's fucking earned it), living a fulfilling life, and we still are pretty close. We don't have much in common, but he's always going out of his way to bring up my interests when he's around.
But no... I don't hate my sibling. My life would probably be a lot worse if I didn't have him around in my life.
Have work in half an hour, and I'm teary eyed thinking of all he's done for the family, lol.
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