I am sick and fucking tired of my fucking mother acting like everyone on the fucking planet is a moron except for her. I'm sick and tired of the way she raised me and my brother, and I'm especially tired of the fact that she made absolutely no effort to fix the person she made my brother into when she had the chance. You don't punish children by making them feel pain and nothing else. Children are not animals. You be firm, and let them know who the fucking boss is, you don't scream at them and put them in a cold shower, spank them or slap them without letting them know what they did, and you don't act like they're just trying to get their own way when they cry. Children cry when they're in pain or sad, you useless fucking half wit.
Do you know what the fuck happens when you raise two children the way you did? They become two sides of a coin. One of them turns into a brat who doesn't understand the way other people feel about his actions, and will do whatever the fuck he can to get what he wants because you never gave him what he needed. The other one turns into a block of ice who either fears or hates 90 percent of the people who he knows, and doesn't understand other people because you never tried to understand him.
You never taught my brother to listen to authority. My father did. That's why the only person on this face of the earth who he listens to is my father, and he listens to him well. But you saw this as yet another opportunity to get us to fear what was wrong instead of doing what was right, and you started using him as a threat whenever we did something wrong. You still do it for my brother. This did not teach him to listen to authority. This taught him to listen to Dad and nobody else, but you did it anyway. You had no reason to fix the mistakes you made when you could just call upon him to fix all the problems.
And here we are. I'm sitting here by myself, finally having realized that me and my brother are exactly the same. I completely understand him, and in turn, I love him. But he won't ever love me, so I'm ranting about my misfortunes to the only real friends I've ever had. Once upon a time, I thought I had friends, but it was just my brother and all of his friends tormenting and bullying me for their own amusement, yet another one of the many things that my mom sat back and idly allowed to happen.
Usually when I just let my feeling pour out like this it just ends horribly or with me making myself look like a dumbass, but I don't give a shit anymore.