I 15 F, have an older brother 19 M. He is the worst person I've ever met, our parents are rather wealthy, we live very happily, apart from me because I feel my brother and mother both HATE ME. so we went to Poland for the summer, and I and my father had already gone a year before this. My brother and my mum fight all day every day because my brother is SELFISH. He is the most entitled person I have met and my mother is an enabler. She cooks him every meal, picks his dirty underwear off the bathroom floor, he never has any chores, he lives like a fucling God because he had cancer as a child and he still brags about being "fussy" about his chicken. He only eats certain chicken and mac Donald's, so whenever I eat anything slightly like him it's always "you used to be so good at eating" What about your man child? The guy leeching off you? ANYWAYS. We went to Poland and he made it very clear he didn't want to go, but my mum wants her little Prince to be included so he came. He complained every damn day, he didn't pay for anything even though he has a job through our dad's business. He likes to make little jabs about everything. So after watching him piss away money all week, because he's an alcoholic, and every night he'd drink 3 beers, and a bottle of wine himself alone in the bar. I wanted one thing, a jacket, and my dad, the angel he is bought it for me. It was 30 pounds, it's lovely. And because I'm 15 I can't really get a job good enough or worth it right now for an income. So like my brother at my age my dad got it, and I need you to keep in mind that in his hand was an 100 pound shirt that he was using my dad's card for just like me and he went "of course you're using dad's card" I LOST IT. I started SCREAMING. I was screaming at him and I just burst into tears. I was miserable for the rest of the holiday. He's so unaffected by the world, and I have adhd, so I struggle to contain my emotions sometimes. And when I say sometimes I mean 99% of the time, I try to be real nice, until that FUCKER opens his mouth. And I lose it. This is the probably 100th time he has made me so angry I have started bawling my eyes out. I don't come to family dinners anymore, because of him. Anyways, do you get where I'm coming from? Do you want to know way more about the shitty person that is my brother? Or should I just chin up??