... and I don't really know why. I read the thread on AIBU , and I'm trying to work it out because as I've gotten older I've realised that to other people, and to him, I come across as a vile person when I spend any time with him. Or even near him. Generally I am a considerate and generous person, or I try my best to be, but when I spend more than a day or two in his company I feel this almost animal hatred that is very hard to control. To clarify, I don't hit him or bully or shout at him or anything like that! But I am rude, snappy and condescending, which is so unpleasant to be around and makes things uncomfortable spending time with my parents. And it's so unlike me, I don't recognise myself. Objectively he is irritating at times, he interrupts a lot, has to have the most knowledge about any given subject, basically your average know it all. But I have close friends who I love who have those same traits and I don't find myself snarling whenever they make a smartarse comment!
Obviously I can't continue like this, I have to change, but I'm really at a loss as to how to start. I am the oldest of two, he is two years younger than me so I can't really remember a time without him. I don't remember our parents doing anything in particular to do with our relationship at all, although they used to make me play with him, and this would bring me to tears. We squabbled and had fights right from the start until we were quite old, and I used to get all the blame for it. My father was extremely intimidating when angry when we were children, and did smack us to discipline us from time to time. I assume it was both of us, although it was a very long time ago, and I only remember it happening to me. When I was 14 we went to separate boarding schools and were never really in such close proximity again.
Even now I have this overwhelming feeling that I have to beat him, I have to prove (I assume to my parents?) that I am worthy of their time and attention. I don't really think about it so much now that he is not so present in my life any more, but I distinctly remember being hurt and infuriated that I worked my arse off and did "the right thing" in terms of smoking and drinking and general teen age behaviour, and all that work and missing out, in my eyes then, earned me the those exact same privileges and affection that my little brother was given at the same time, for being lazy, smelly, a heavy drinker, expelled from school... He was generally a good kid, and he is a good man now, but he made mistakes. I made myself miserable trying to do what my parents wanted to please them and he proved it was all irrelevant.
Bloody hell, that was longer than I planned! Thanks for making it through all that, I know it is is deeply, deeply unhealthy and I need to change. What I was hoping to get from you lovely lot was maybe ideas as to where it could have stemmed from and how I can move forward? What can I do? How can I think of myself as an okay person, when this is my reaction to my own brother? 