Originally Posted by
Formalhaut
I was the youngest of four brothers. I'm the most sensitive (read: most 'feminine')of the lot. It didn't go well. Mr. Carny keeps saying that I had no childhood, but to be honest, I didn't have the best. I don't remember playing with my siblings that often at all. I sort of kept myself to myself, and they didn't make much of an attempt to take me to the park, or help me with my homework.
By third oldest brother was the worst. He was a bit of a dick towards everyone, with often led to inter-familial fighting which probably informs my dread fear of confrontation. I remember my third oldest and first oldest brother fighting in another room with my mum trying to break it up with me sobbing underneath the covers. I was like, what, seven? Eight?
As I got older, things got slightly less heated. But I guess I just don't feel terribly connected to them. I wouldn't be that upset if I only saw them once a year. Heck, I pretty much do already. They're okay, I guess, I just don't get warm gooey feelings from them. If I was in dire straights, they'd probably help.