Your fellow 'Fanners are always hear to listen (or if you wanna keep it between gurrls for whatever reason or on certain matters you can always PM me).
I'll vent for a bit here. That always makes me feel better.
The problem is, or atleast one of them anyway, that my brother is nearly the same to my mother and she comes up with excuses for that too. "It's just the way he is." "Work is stressful." "He doesn't mean it that way."
She let him get away with a lot. Still does. Turned him into an entitled dick.
What hurts most is that it wasn't always that bad. As teenagers we got along great. We'd play videogames (played through Xenogears and the Xenosaga trilogy together), go to the pool with friends, that kind of stuff. It started to change when I was 17-18 and started to have trouble keeping up with my peers. College was draining and it became obvious something was wrong. He started treating me differently. The last few years I lived at home I had a parttime job and took care of the house when our mum was at work. That wasn't good enough, I guess. He started acting like a slob to give me more work, like just throwing his dirty clothes on the floor, not putting anything away after making a sandwich and leaving all the lights and electronics on when going out. I had to clean up after him all the time and he said I deserved it, because I didn't have anything better to do anyway.
I did a lot for my sister as well back then, but she was always nice about it. Saying 'thank you' and offering to help me with chores when she wasn't busy with school/work/internships. You know, acting like a decent human being.
I have tried talking to him several times before, but he'd just turn it into a joke.
But I have to admit, sometimes I'm worried about him. He made some bad decisions before with our mum acting like an enabler. He used to be morbidly obese. He started out all twiglike like the rest of us, but mum spoiled him by getting him any snacks he wanted because he had asthma. By the time he was ten he was very chubby and it just went downhill from there. He'd eat whole pizzas as snacks ("Oh, it could be worse. Atleast it's not fries."- mum) and fry up fatty snacks and fries after school nearly every day ("Boys will be boys" - mum). When it was dinnertime he'd ring downstairs and mum or I would take his plate upstairs so he could eat it in his room. It was not a pretty sight. My theory has always been that the extra weight made him feel insecure and he was taking it out on me. Compared to our younger sister I was an easy target, so... yeah.
Fortunately he started working out and eating healthy two years ago. He has lost a lot of weight and it in much better shape now. He has a good job, just bought his first house and there's this girl he's dating (he won't let us meet her until he's certain it's serious). He has no need to be insecure, but I'm sure he still is, because he still takes it out on me. When I complimented him on a new shirt, he told me I should start working out because I'd turn fat otherwise. So... yeah.