While I was at college, Mom basically made me and him request to room together for some reason. Anyway, I was talking to Mom about how I thought it was pointless for him and me to room together, then my brother said something like "Yeah, do you know how much I hate rooming with this prick?"

Then mom said something like "That's no way to talk about your brother, especially on his birthday,"

Then he said something like "Oh, sorry. I meant to say 'cunt.'"

He basically started cussing me out, and no matter how many times I told him "shut up" it only encouraged him. He even smiles when he does that shit. It's like he enjoys making me angry. Since I tried telling him to shut up (and since I get too reactive when I'm angry), I wound up punching him a few times and screaming how much I hated him. He punched me in the nose, so I hit him back a few times and told him I wished he was dead.

After saying that, I realized I never really liked him that much. In fact, I always hated him because all he ever seemed to do was call mom names like "bitch" and "cunt" and calling me stuff like "pussy" and "motherfucker." He claims that it's his way of dealing with stress, but what I'd like to know is what's stressing him out so much that he has to treat me and Mom like crap every time he's near us. Later that day, I wound up apologizing to him. The thing is, though, I just realized that I was only sorry for telling him I hated him. I wasn't sorry for saying something I didn't mean like some people do, I was only sorry that I let him know for the first time how I really felt about him.

Mom just got off the phone with him. He wanted to talk to me, but I said "no." According to Mom, he was cussing me out and said I was dead to him. Glad the feeling is mutual.

Happy birthday btw ! And if you need someone to talk to or someone to listen I'm always here.

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Tir gan teanga,Tir gan aimn !Too beige.