I am the oldest by 4 years. I have a younger brother. We didn't grow up with the best family life, so due to my mom's physical and mental health issues and my dad's abusive nature, I did a lot to help raise my brother and shield him from some of the worst stuff going on around us. We used to be pretty close because of that and because we shared a lot of interests in games, movies and TV shows.
We're both adults now, though, and we've drifted apart in recent years. This is largely due to a lot of questionable life choices he's made regarding drugs and stuff, plus his selfish nature. Our relationship was starting to feel too toxic and I couldn't deal with it anymore, so I had to put some distance between us for my own mental health.
Regarding being the oldest, it was a pain sometimes. I felt like I always had to be the mature one and he always got spoiled. I would work for months or even years, wearing my dad down and proving my responsibility to be able to get certain privileges like a later bedtime/curfew, a phone in my room, a TV in my room. Then, after I did all that work, my brother would whine and cry for a couple of days about it not being fair and my dad would give in to him just to shut him up. To make matters worse, he would get better stuff than me. I was so happy with my little 13" black and white TV until my brother got a 27" color TV a few weeks later. It was like a slap in the face. I put in all the effort and did things the right way. He threw a tantrum and got rewarded.
We're both adults now, though, and we've drifted apart in recent years. This is largely due to a lot of questionable life choices he's made regarding drugs and stuff, plus his selfish nature. Our relationship was starting to feel too toxic and I couldn't deal with it anymore, so I had to put some distance between us for my own mental health.
Regarding being the oldest, it was a pain sometimes. I felt like I always had to be the mature one and he always got spoiled. I would work for months or even years, wearing my dad down and proving my responsibility to be able to get certain privileges like a later bedtime/curfew, a phone in my room, a TV in my room. Then, after I did all that work, my brother would whine and cry for a couple of days about it not being fair and my dad would give in to him just to shut him up. To make matters worse, he would get better stuff than me. I was so happy with my little 13" black and white TV until my brother got a 27" color TV a few weeks later. It was like a slap in the face. I put in all the effort and did things the right way. He threw a tantrum and got rewarded.