My oldest brother was mean and hateful.
With age this has only worsened!
I remember once when my Mother and sister had gone to the grocery store and as always my Father was working, he beat me up. Very badly. He hated me for being gay and he hated anything that I loved. I loved my cat. After they left for the store he told me to put The Damn Cat outside and of course I said no. The next thing I know I was feeling the pain of a fist in my face and I fell to the floor. He kicked me and kicked me again screaming at me to put the cat out. I have always been very dramatic and even though I knew the beating would end if I got up and did as he said I just laid there and took it. When he finally realized that he had really done some damage –I was bleeding and could hardly move—( he never was very smart ) he tried to get me up off the floor to get me cleaned up. I wouldn’t move except when he was dragging me. I laid there bleeding until my Mother got home and found me. Needless to say she beat him with the belt she kept in the Kitchen closet. I loved it. As he was getting the belt I got up and gave him a look like I am fine stupid asshole ( even though I wasn’t) and then Mother cleaned me up and nursed me. Mother should have been a nurse. I think she missed her calling.
That was the last pussy I ever had or wanted!
Mother - I adored her!