My Brother

Hey y'all. So I wasn't sure what to put this under...

Anyways, when I was in my senior year of high school, my little brother who's about 3 years younger than me would bully me a bit. He's my little brother...but he's much bigger than me. I'm 4'11'' and he's very tall and very strong for his age. It was my job to drive us both to school in the morning. Before the school year started, we agreed on a time we'd both be ready to go. However, every day, he would be late and when I'd try nocking on his door to tell him it was time to go, he would get into the shower so that I couldn't bother him anymore. Then, we would both be late. I was late to school so many times that the school told me if I was late again, I would be in danger of not graduating. I tried everything to get him to be on time. But I just refused to yell at him or get upset because I love my brother. So, one day, I decided to just leave without him. That day, my parents made him walk to school that day across streets that were very long to walk and were dangerous to walk on. I told my parents why I left him and they told me to keep leaving without him if he won't get ready in time because it wasn't fair of him to drag me down. My brother started to text me, cursing at me and trying to say hurtful things. He did this everyday and never missed an opportunity to say something that made me so sad or hurt me otherwise. I tried telling my parents how he was hurting me. But they didn't believe that it was happening since he was sneaky and behaved around them.

When I showed them all the texts, they believed me and made him apologize to me. I am incredibly forgiving to a fault. But for some reason, I couldn't forgive my own brother, my family. Am I a terrible person for it? I just can't shake the feeling of having been wronged, and it haunts me that nobody would believe me or stand up for me. I act as if all has been forgiven and I love my brother, but there's a part of me that just secretly despises what he did to me.