My relationship with my brother is complicated. Some people will say he is toxic and some people will say he is not. I’ll start from childhood and let you all decide.I was in 2nd grade and my brother was in middle school. He was always angry and he would swing a knife around my mom. He threw furniture and pushed my mom. I always hid in a small sink in the bathroom because I was too afraid to do anything. After things got quiet I would snoop into my mom’s room and see if she was okay. Every time it happened I would wonder if that day was the day my mom got hurt. I felt pathetic and weak for not being able to protect my mom. Sometimes it would happen when I walked back from school with my friend. My friend could hear all the shouting and the furniture being thrown. He looked at me with the most sympathetic look, and I hated it. Another incident was when my brother’s friend and my friend had a sleepover at my house. We were having a good time until my brother threw me to the ground and slammed his foot onto my face because I chose not to trade him a sports card that his friend thought was cool. Another incident was when playstation was having an issue with their system and evidently I was the last one to play on it. He chased me around with a bat until I hid under the same bathroom sink for a couple of hours until my cousin came home. He smashed the tv and furniture and told me to come out or else. Then my mom sent him to Korea and I felt somewhat peaceful. Years pass and we find the two of us in America with our parents leaving to Korea. There was an incident where I suggested he sell the dog we had because it was becoming an issue. He pulled a knife on me and I got a cut on my thumb while trying to stop the attack. Now, he always blames me if something happens and plays the victim if confronted by my parents. It’s as if he doesn’t remember what he did to me in my childhood. Thus, I ask the question, Should I cut ties with him?