Ok I'll play. It sounds like your brother and my mother would be a match made in hell.

I can't count the number of times when I was little that she told me she wished I'd been a miscarriage or that she'd slap me or shove me down if I tried to hug her. When my sister killed herself my mom told me it was my fault. She said that I talked to her hours before it happened and if that I had cared about her at all I would have been able to tell that she needed help. Despite the fact that my uncle abused her and their little sister she still sent me over to his house unsupervised anytime he asked. She almost strangled me to death over a joke my dad played on her. After he managed to pull her off me and tell her it was his fault she said I probably deserved it for something else so she didn't owe me an apology. She always was on me about my weight growing up. When we finally found out I had an under-active thyroid she told me I had to take the medicine because and I quote "I'm your mother and I'm only saying this because I love you. If you don't take the medicine to lose weight you'd better hope you're rich when you grow up because no one will EVER want you for your looks or personality." Most of the crap she said or did I have come to terms with but those still stick in my craw a bit.

Irony is I had it better than her growing up because my granny was even worse to her. Both of them have bipolar and won't admit it or get any help for it so maybe they can't help how they are. Who knows what makes terrible family members terrible