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I HATE my older BROTHER
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Hi there. Today Chris want to share the story of his family with us.
"You know, it is generally believed that younger children get more love. Well, in our family, there was the cult of my older brother Sam instead.
In deed and not in name, everything was not that great. Despite the three years’ difference between us, my brother learned to read together with me, and instead of bookshelves he preferred to explore every corner of our house with a wooden sword brandished.
In our childhood, we were good friends with Sam. Of course, he was not quite a quick thinker, but he has always been my older brother – he was my usual support, and even protection from enemies. In addition, he always used to take me with him to his company, and forced other children to accept me in their games, and that was not always by humanitarian methods. Mom had to listen to the complains of other parents for the broken noses of their children regularly.
And at school everything began to change dramatically. That age limit between me and my brother, which did not matter in the childhood, started to lean on both of us. But that was quite understandable - when at the age of 15 he wanted to smoke with his friends, hiding behind the garages, then I was more likely a hindrance than a younger brother in my 12 for him. I could not accompany him during his walks with his girlfriend or some kind of almost adult pranks.
Besides, I have not been that good at pranks too. I always liked studying, reading books and learning something new. Sam was engaged in boxing, kept winning championships in all sorts of competitions, which our father was madly proud of, while I was a quiet honors pupil and he couldn’t crow about me with his friends.
All the girls, from babies to old women were thrilled of him. I was the polar opposite of him - dark, thin and pale. That was not to say that I was ugly, but if to compare with my brother, I looked like a sick crow. And when I fell in love, it also became another sticking point for me.
I tried not to take my secretly beloved girlfriend to the places where we could meet my brother and his friends. Of course, these athletes would not have done anything wrong to us physically, but somehow I didn’t want to listen to nasty things in the presence of my beloved one. Well, and my experience with other girls suggested that I should not introduce my girlfriend to Sam.
But they inevitably met when we were doing homework with her at home, and my brother came from a workout earlier than usual. And she inevitably fell in love with Sam. So, because of the unhealthy competition I started to hate my brother bit by bit.
The girlfriend actually became the last straw. Because wherever he appeared, Sam has always been ahead of me. No matter what he did, everyone admired him, fell in love with him, set him up as an example to everyone. In my opinion, parents even idolized him. What else could you expect, he was the firstborn, the hero and the pride of parents!
Under this aegis of his superiority, my first love, victories in scientific competitions among schools, scientific achievements for which I was awarded in front of the whole city, and even the summa cum laude went unnoticed. But when Sam took home another useless cup, the parents immediately started a feast of feasts.
And he kept saying it so often that finally I felt sick of these words. And also he was telling it very loudly and to the public, which caused a new wave of adoration in other people, and hatred in me.
Why couldn’t he express the love to me by deed, not by word? For all this time, he never paid attention to my successes, sticking out his significance and my weaknesses to others.
The first thing I did in my 17 was to move away from that madness. I joined the institute, moved to another city, and began to live my own life. And everything would be fine if Sam, who, by the way, never obtained a higher education, did not consider it to be his duty to come to me at the first opportunity and say that he would protect me from everything. I am 17 years old, I have my own relatively calm and happy life, and I don’t need to be protected from anything except himself!
I understand that on the surface it all sounds like resentment of a child. But if you do not know what it is to live in the shadow of your own brother, who objectively builds his life much worse that you are, but who is constantly set as an example, you will not understand my hatred. I wish him the most enormous and limitless happiness, but as far as possible away from me".
"You know, it is generally believed that younger children get more love. Well, in our family, there was the cult of my older brother Sam instead.
In deed and not in name, everything was not that great. Despite the three years’ difference between us, my brother learned to read together with me, and instead of bookshelves he preferred to explore every corner of our house with a wooden sword brandished.
In our childhood, we were good friends with Sam. Of course, he was not quite a quick thinker, but he has always been my older brother – he was my usual support, and even protection from enemies. In addition, he always used to take me with him to his company, and forced other children to accept me in their games, and that was not always by humanitarian methods. Mom had to listen to the complains of other parents for the broken noses of their children regularly.
And at school everything began to change dramatically. That age limit between me and my brother, which did not matter in the childhood, started to lean on both of us. But that was quite understandable - when at the age of 15 he wanted to smoke with his friends, hiding behind the garages, then I was more likely a hindrance than a younger brother in my 12 for him. I could not accompany him during his walks with his girlfriend or some kind of almost adult pranks.
Besides, I have not been that good at pranks too. I always liked studying, reading books and learning something new. Sam was engaged in boxing, kept winning championships in all sorts of competitions, which our father was madly proud of, while I was a quiet honors pupil and he couldn’t crow about me with his friends.
All the girls, from babies to old women were thrilled of him. I was the polar opposite of him - dark, thin and pale. That was not to say that I was ugly, but if to compare with my brother, I looked like a sick crow. And when I fell in love, it also became another sticking point for me.
I tried not to take my secretly beloved girlfriend to the places where we could meet my brother and his friends. Of course, these athletes would not have done anything wrong to us physically, but somehow I didn’t want to listen to nasty things in the presence of my beloved one. Well, and my experience with other girls suggested that I should not introduce my girlfriend to Sam.
But they inevitably met when we were doing homework with her at home, and my brother came from a workout earlier than usual. And she inevitably fell in love with Sam. So, because of the unhealthy competition I started to hate my brother bit by bit.
The girlfriend actually became the last straw. Because wherever he appeared, Sam has always been ahead of me. No matter what he did, everyone admired him, fell in love with him, set him up as an example to everyone. In my opinion, parents even idolized him. What else could you expect, he was the firstborn, the hero and the pride of parents!
Under this aegis of his superiority, my first love, victories in scientific competitions among schools, scientific achievements for which I was awarded in front of the whole city, and even the summa cum laude went unnoticed. But when Sam took home another useless cup, the parents immediately started a feast of feasts.
And he kept saying it so often that finally I felt sick of these words. And also he was telling it very loudly and to the public, which caused a new wave of adoration in other people, and hatred in me.
Why couldn’t he express the love to me by deed, not by word? For all this time, he never paid attention to my successes, sticking out his significance and my weaknesses to others.
The first thing I did in my 17 was to move away from that madness. I joined the institute, moved to another city, and began to live my own life. And everything would be fine if Sam, who, by the way, never obtained a higher education, did not consider it to be his duty to come to me at the first opportunity and say that he would protect me from everything. I am 17 years old, I have my own relatively calm and happy life, and I don’t need to be protected from anything except himself!
I understand that on the surface it all sounds like resentment of a child. But if you do not know what it is to live in the shadow of your own brother, who objectively builds his life much worse that you are, but who is constantly set as an example, you will not understand my hatred. I wish him the most enormous and limitless happiness, but as far as possible away from me".
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