My brother used to treat me like shit when I was a kid. He is 12 years older, so when I was about 10, he was 22. And around that time, he was a selfish, emotionally abusive ass. He insulted me whenever the chance to do so arose and he loved to take advantage of my naivety by telling me all kinds of crap that wasnt true and purposely instilling it into my head until I felt anxiety, fear, depression, and/or anger...and was quite proud of himself when his bullshit lies achieved that result. He constantly played with my emotions...resulting in me now being an emotionally unstable nutcase. Granted, the rest of my family chipped in quite a bit too, he wasnt the only one, but he certainly played a crucial part in it. One thing he constantly insulted me about was my weight. I was overweight at the time and he loved to point it out and make jokes, along with the rest of my family, and the school bullies to top it off. So now because of that, my self esteem is completely shot. I am now 5 foot 4, 127lbs...no longer overweight by almost everyones standards except my own. No matter how much I weigh, I always think its too much. And somehow none of them get why that is. None of them understand how or why the things they said and did made me become the way I am. Hence the title of my post. They absolutely refuse to admit that they played any part in the way I turned out and it pisses me off and hurts me to this day. Now, on another note, this same brother currently hates my husband for something thats his own fault. A year or so ago my husband and I were in a lot of financial trouble, pretty much broke. I asked my brother to borrow some money for cigarettes. If he just said no and left it at that then fine I wouldnt have cared. But he didnt leave it at that. He started going on and on about how incompetent my husband is that he couldnt afford to buy it himself at the time. I told him to knock it off because he barely even knew my husband as a person (he met him one time), and he was trying to find a job as hard as he could. But he wouldnt knock it off, he kept insulting him and our relationship for absolutely no reason. And of course my husband saw that I was freaking out during my conversation with him and asked why, so I told him, at which point he said alright let me talk to him then if he has something to say about me. Now in my opinion thats what should have happened in the first place. If he disliked my husband so much, then as a man, he should have said it to him, to his face...not to me. So my husband of course stood up for himself and talked shit back, which was more than justified in my opinion. And now, to this day, my brother is bitter that my husband did that. The first thing my brother did was run to mommy and tell her what happened which was ridiculous in my opinion, considering he is a 37 year old grown man. And my mom, in turn, comes to me with it telling me I need to get my husband to apologize. Like, are you freaking kidding me? My brother started talking shit first, he should be the one to apologize...my husband did nothing wrong. But yet for some reason, wrong or not, shes bitter that Im not taking my brothers side just because hes family. Yeah... Family. The same family that is the reason why I still think 127lbs is too fat. That family. Yeah...I guess youre right, I should take my familys side on this...let me get right on that. Not.