They loved to pick on me because I was always prepared to scream and cry. My mom was constantly telling me that they do it for the reaction and I was constantly resenting her for not just being on my side and telling them how horrible they were and that she would never leave me unattended with them again.
As I have gotten older the constant pestering has not stopped. It's things like being duct taped, thrown in snow, ice cubes down the back of your shirt, whatever. I entirely blame my brothers on my strange dating life. If a guy isn't tormenting me and trying to find new ways to laugh at my expense..I don't think he really likes me. Or he's girly.
Anyway, despite the fact that my parents raised 4 demons, I know my dumb brothers love me (and they would hate me for saying that and deny it until they are dead).
I know they love me because of this...

I got choked up thinking about Max but the thing that hit me the most was thinking about the people that took me into account to make sure that he had a proper burial, even if all it did was give them more jokes like saying "it's Max's head" as I go to open a Christmas present.
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I believe brothers were made so we would know that you can really love and hate people at the same time. For instance, when i was 9 and neil punched me because I took his nutty bar and chipped my tooth, i loved him because I got a lot of attention out of it, plus the nutty bar, but I hated him for chipping my tooth and messing up my already messed up smile.
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