My father did not love my younger brother nor myself. I feel like I was able to tough it out well enough, all things considered, but I think it damaged my brother something terrible.

But my brother has always been the cliche 'silent, strong' type. He never wants to talk about it, denies that his childhood was that bad, etc.

When he graduated from high school, our father didn't even bother to show up, and I watched my brother trying so hard not to break down sobbing. I wanted to grab him and hug him, but I could tell he was embarrassed and trying so hard to stop the tears. There were so many people around and I didn't want him to be embarrassed.

My brother thinks he puts on a tough front, but I am his older sister and I have always been able to see the truth. He was not given the love, guidance and protection that he deserved, that every child deserves. I hope that he will be able to open up and start healing someday when he is ready.

I also never hated my father until I realized what he had done to my brother. My sweet and innocent little brother who just wanted to be loved like any other kid. Our father is lucky that he got dementia and was given private care. He would not have lasted long if I were in charge. Evil bastard.