I am so tired of being talked down to by my family!!! I have been doing really good about not letting them get to me but the last few days it's just been building. My brother thinks he is Gods gift to the fucking universe and I am tired of it. Stupid things become huge because he can't keep HIS big mouth shut and if I respond he screams at me for always having to make a comment... It's like being hit over and over and when you block it or hit back they keep hitting you more until you stop. I have a chair in the loft, he always sits back in it with his legs up and I watched him break it last week. Last night I sat down and it fell backwards, totally broken so I worked on it for like 20 minutes and it was fine. He comes home today and sits in his, puts his legs up and it collapses again. He starts screaming at me, wakes me up (I have been working a graveyard shift and he wakes me up for this BS). I went down stairs to ask him if he sat in it funky again and he starts yelling at me, "Fuckin bitch I already asked you, I didn't do shit I just sat down, you don't fuckin listen!" I am like, "Dude hold up, I am asking because..." and he cuts me off again so I am like fine, whatever. I ask him why his gf has called the house like 10 times this morning and he snaps again, did u ask how many times she called? I say ya and he asks why I am being a bitch today, lol. He mocks me for the job I got, says I am still a loser and even though I got a job I should get one that matters like him. I hate him, he is so mean and rude for no fucking reason and if I go to anyone they feel the need to talk to him and it just gets worse. When he went to Iraq my younger sister told him she hoped he would die there and not come home, that is how mean he is. He is the only son so my parents bitch about him when he is gone but if he is around they follow him like puppies. They let him get away with way too much and bond with him by bashing others. I hate my family sometimes you know. I hate being a punching bag.