Me and my older brother didn't have a good relationship growing up at all. He is 6 years older than me and pretty much shytted on me every chance he got. I tried to look up to him and hang with him, but he didn't want shyt to do with me. Wouldn't even back me in fights against older nikkas almost his age
Funny thing is, all of his friends liked me and were cool with me and always had my back.
He was a selfish nikka and hated my mere existence though. My parents spoiled him before I was born I guess. I still tried to be cool with him probably up to the age of 12 or 13. But I was like fukk him after that.
It all came to a head on May 18, 1995(his 22nd B-Day). The Lakers had just got eliminated from the 2nd round of the playoffs by San Antonio. I was mad heated sitting in a recliner after the loss. This nikka starts teasing me about me being mad over the loss. He rubbed my face on some "poor baby" shyt and I quickly slapped his hand away and stood to my feet. shyt talking insued, I pushed him, he sung and I ducked. I caught him with a hard ass right and then tackled him to ground and begin to wail away on dude.
Pops starts yelling and comes into the TV Room to break it up and telling us to take that shyt outside. So I cool out because Pops would shoot my ass if he had to, but my brother was still heated and proceeded to get into it with Pops. Pops handled that nikka and kicked his ass out of the house. He never stayed another day under my parents roof after that.
Over the years though he has always reached out to me to reconcile and hangout and all that. I aint really gave no fukks if I ever spoke to the nikka again, but we became cool over the years, mostly due to his efforts. There is no ill will between us now, but I don't be trying to chill with dude much because the nikka is just plain corny. A funny style nikka, be we still fam.