Whenever our parents weren’t around my older brother always beat me up and I never fought back. One day he was beating my head against the wall and I kicked him in the groin and when he bent over to wail in pain I raked my nails up and down his back and then I ran for my life after telling him if he ever touched me again I would kill him.
I meant it.
After we were adults he got mad at me and was going to hit me! I couldn’t believe it. I grabbed a 16 oz Coke in a glass bottle and told him I would hit him with it and when I was finished with him my husband would kick his arse.
Needless to say I haven’t kept a relationship with him at all since then.
Well, now that just sounds dysfunctional.
My husband had a family like that. I am so sorry for you.
Behavior like that is learned. Love between siblings is also learned.
Kind of like your parents not taking sides or making you apologize to the other even if you don’t mean it...some parents, well, they lack that skill.
sounds like what he did to you wasn’t sibling rough-housing, not at all.
Your brother sounds a lot like mine.