Cold, emotionless, judgmental, and harsh would be how I describe my brother. He holds a resentment towards me for something my mother did when I was only a baby. Like somehow I could control that. He hated me from the start of my young life and he has been a chain around my neck thrown into the sea to drown. Sibling rivalry doesn’t come close to our relationship. Pure hatred is all I could say.

If I could describe my brother in one sentence, I would say he has no heart. No compassion. No empathy and no remorse. Words that would describe an antisocial personality. I am not a professional in any sense of the word, but I know what I see. He gets that from my dad and him becoming a marine only magnified his cold heart.

He has a son that has Asperger and he hates him. His own flesh and blood, he despises because he can’t be “normal,” as he, himself, is normal. My brother acts like he is God and control is priority.

Today’s prompt was to describe a family member and within seconds I knew who to describe. This post may seem harsh but I grew up with him and know he is.

That’s all I have to say in describing my brother. Only the hand of God can soften his heart. That’s been my prayer every day.