When I was a child my middle-older brother basically tortured me. Beyond picking on. And managed to get other, also older, neighbor boys to tag team.
An example, when I was about 8 or 9, there was this gripey old man that lived down the street. No one liked him. They stripped me naked and tied me to the man's fence gate. I was of course terrified. The man found me, said nothing, untied me and gave me an old blanket and walked away.
That is one example.
I could easily hate my brother. I do not, or will ever, understand. When we grew up, but still young, there were two instances where my brother was in trouble. I helped him out, and one of those times were highly illegal, had risks and could have paid a heavy price. The "justice" my brother paid was the years afterwards of guilt of what he did, and knowing I was a better person.
An example, when I was about 8 or 9, there was this gripey old man that lived down the street. No one liked him. They stripped me naked and tied me to the man's fence gate. I was of course terrified. The man found me, said nothing, untied me and gave me an old blanket and walked away.
That is one example.
I could easily hate my brother. I do not, or will ever, understand. When we grew up, but still young, there were two instances where my brother was in trouble. I helped him out, and one of those times were highly illegal, had risks and could have paid a heavy price. The "justice" my brother paid was the years afterwards of guilt of what he did, and knowing I was a better person.