*sorry this is so long everyone, but i just need to vent
my little brother treats me terribly. he constantly calls me fat (even though i am not what anyone in their right mind would consider "fat"), and he hits me. to make things even worse, my parents don't do anything AT ALL about it. my older brother and i have noticed that favoritism is an issue; my parents let my little brother get away with a lot. when he flips out (violently, i should add), my parents are just like "oh, he just has a short fuse". one time he was mad at me for something really stupid so he felt that it was appropriate to go into my room and smash my cd player. i was shocked to say the least. and his behavior toward me has been like this for as far as i can remember. when i was a lot younger, i remember sitting down at the kitchen table eating lunch with my mom and little brother. my little brother flipped out at me for some reason, and threw a glass of milk at me. the thing is, i was wearing a new sweater that my mother had just bought for me, and knowing this, he wanted to ruin it. the milk caused the dye to seep out of the wool, and my sweater was ruined. my mom, who must have been initially aghast at the fact that all of the money she spent on the sweater was a waste, didn't do a thing at all. ever since then, things have been much, much worse. i remember that my parents were going away for the weekend and my brother kept going on and on about how he was going to have a party at our house with "no more than 25 people". first of all, my house is not big enough for 25 people, and secondly, there are a ton of breakables which would be jeopardized. after trying very hard to get him to realize that maybe he shouldn't have a party, and him not changing his mind, i told him that i would call the cops on him if he threw a party. his response: "i'll just tell them that you were the one who organized it." what a jerk.
but today is what really sent me off.
my parents went out for the afternoon and i was left at home w/ my older and younger brothers. some kid who my little brother doesn't like had called him up earlier to see if he wanted to come over. my mom had picked up, and since my little brother had complained about this kid calling before, my mom said "oh he's not home" EVEN THOUGH HE WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE! she even took down his number saying that my brother would call him back! (we all knew he wouldn't) i was shocked at how mean this whole situation was. if you don't like the kid, you don't have to be an asshole about it. and it really makes me upset, b/c this kid hasn't caught on. he always calls to see if my brother wants to hang out, and my brother always makes up some weak excuse saying that he's not able to. anyway, so my brother gets a second call from this kid after my parents leave and i happen to be in the room. my little brother is saying something like "oh well my parents are out, so i don't have a ride to your house." i was so pissed off at him for being mean to this kid, i piped up and said "well i can give you a ride." my little brother was just looking at me, and then i realized that the car in the driveway wasn't supposed to be driven so i said i couldn't afterall. when he hangs up the phone, he comes over and hits me REALLY hard in the arm. i burst into tears, and just stared at him in horror as he walked past me. i was like "why'd you hit me? you had no reason to do that at all." he looked at me and said "i'll hit you whenever i want" and he comes up and hits me again. now, it's not as if i don't get into fights regularly with my younger brother (b/c afterall, he is a huge jerk to me), but this time, it's not as if i had done something substantial enough to provoke one. i was so upset, and crying really hard b/c of the pain and i was just confused by his free use of physical violence. he didn't care at all; right afterwards he went into the other room to watch tv. i was angered by this, so i went and threw water on him(yes, i realize that this sounds ridiculous. it was. but i didn't want to resort to physical violence). he flipped out and chased me into the kitchen. i grabbed a chair and held it up as a sort of shield and backed myself into a corner. of course, he also picks up a chair and comes at me, trying to knock my chair out of my hands. it was so frightening b/c every time he would come at me with the chair(w/ the intent of knocking mine out of my hands, and then hitting me), he made this horrifyingly psychotic face. i honestly thought that he would try to kill me. knowing that my life was being threatened, i started calling out for my older brother to come and stop him. thankfully he rushed down the stairs and my little brother's attempt to hurt me ceased. it was an awful ordeal and i have bruises from where the chair legs hit me. i tried frantically to call my parents after it ended, but they had turned their phones off. i felt awful calling them up while they were out having fun to say "hi, please please please come home b/c i almost just got killed". when i finally did get through, my mom *seemed* understanding of the situation on the phone. when she got home however, my little brother told my parents a seriously warped account of what had happened. my mom then started going off at me about how i say the most terrible things and it's my fault b/c i provoked it.(usually when my brother is being mean to me i am not happy to admit it but i resort to namecalling in retaliation) but he had hit me twice for no reason, as i had tried to tell my parents. my mom told me then that she did believe me, but then later she said that b/c she wasn't there, she only knows that something bad happened and she doesn't know who did what; she was hinting otherwise that she thought i was lying. i was so upset at this point, and still am. why don't they believe what happened? my little brother later said, smiling smugly, "you got what was coming to you." this also sent me to tears because i hadn't done anything to get him to hit me. and he's ALWAYS like this. i feel like i'm living a nightmare.
